Friday, September 12, 2008
Two copies of all the photos: ten years worth of pictures and the new "this is what we own" pictures all on the laptop and the 2 gig drive - the drive in the "Gotta Go" bags. A thousand stupid souls on Galveston.
One of the NEW things I've heard that I've never heard with a storm before: On Boliver, the officials have sent out a request to those who are still there that they take a permanent black marker and write their social security numbers on their forearms so that their bodies can be identified after the storm. If that doesn't say "You're a dumb fuck" I don't know what does.
Me? Doing laundry. Digging stuff out that has been in baskets for a few weeks, and stuff that has been actually lost for a while. I don't think I even knew that I own six pair of bed sheets. I did find a few socks that The Husband has been missing. And I've been wondering where that blue sweaater has been.
I want to pack an extra box of amunition in my "Gotta Go Bag", but I'm unable to decide if it should be magnum or not. This has really struck me. Holy cow. I am such a Texan. Hmmmm... tracers, magnums, wad cutters, or just specials?
Oh! And don't forget q-tips and the Chanel No.5. There are some things a girl just has to have.
One of the NEW things I've heard that I've never heard with a storm before: On Boliver, the officials have sent out a request to those who are still there that they take a permanent black marker and write their social security numbers on their forearms so that their bodies can be identified after the storm. If that doesn't say "You're a dumb fuck" I don't know what does.
Me? Doing laundry. Digging stuff out that has been in baskets for a few weeks, and stuff that has been actually lost for a while. I don't think I even knew that I own six pair of bed sheets. I did find a few socks that The Husband has been missing. And I've been wondering where that blue sweaater has been.
I want to pack an extra box of amunition in my "Gotta Go Bag", but I'm unable to decide if it should be magnum or not. This has really struck me. Holy cow. I am such a Texan. Hmmmm... tracers, magnums, wad cutters, or just specials?
Oh! And don't forget q-tips and the Chanel No.5. There are some things a girl just has to have.
Labels: headlines, husband, personal urban drama, texas


