I'm not in the mood for this alleged hurricane named Sandy.
The last time we faced a gal named Irene, I bought all kinds of food, snacks, and essentials. I bought Jesus candles that will burn for hours. I bought water. I filled my bathtub with water. I had buckets of water. I spent a small fortune on batteries. I cooked food to have on hand and then ate all of that in a matter of a few hours.
You know what happened. It rained. Really, it was more like a shower. A gentle shower.
Ugh.