Fickle Fay

As I type these words, Tropical Storm Fay (a.k.a. Drama Queen) is doing her best to flood my yard and blow everything it can around into places it doesn't belong. But don't worry I've got Fay's number. She's not fooling me. I've pinned her as somewhat of a control freak that craves attention and on top of it all, seems to be going through an identity crisis. She can't decide whether she wants to be a hurricane, a tropical storm, or just a bad rain. She can't decide where she wants to go and when she wants to go there. If she were human, she'd be that 50 year old lady still trying to get into her high school skinny jeans.
Do you sense a little hostility in my voice? Well, I am a bit perturbed at the fact that every county around me (and even ones not around me) have canceled school for today and tomorrow. But MY county? NO. We had school today and so far we'll be having it tomorrow. I thought maybe I could get a day off this week but that isn't looking to be the case.

Here's some pics of my nephew, Chas, enjoying him some Fay.

And Kate, not as much interested in Fay, as she was my earrings:

Here's to hoping Fay puts on her big girl panties, does what she needs to do, and gets outta here!