Yes, I know today is the 20th anniversary of Hurricane Hugo tearing through the Charleston area. I remember. I was here. This is all I have to say about it:
If you think it was rough, try living through it with an active alcoholic/drug addict.
Wasn't the storm that gave me PTSD.
In other news, we finally watched Seven Pounds last night and I was crying my eyes out by the ending. Going to bed with sniffles is not conducive to sleep.
When I did sleep, I dreamed that my favorite Food Network cutie Duff Goldman had opened a farmer's market style fruit and veggie shop here in West Ashley and I quit my job to go work there.
Hey, he had pumpkins on sale for 0.99!
The fawnz say: Did some-one say pumpkin?
Thor sez: Oh no you did NOT just give those stupid herd creatures top billing over me!