Chloe and I fled Virginia Beach once an evacuation was issued for my area for hurricane Irene.
So, where did we find ourselves at midnight last night? Arriving right here at my sisters house outside of Fredericksburg, VA.
My day has been spent doggy-proofing Amy’s house (read: hiding all the weebles, dolls, and cat food), sending out some work e-mails, and researching the best way to tend to my hurting IT band.
My plan of attack? I’ve got a 4:00 p.m. sports massage scheduled.
Dear IT Band gods. Please heal me.
And dear Irene, please be nice to my house. I will cry if I return to a soiled shoe collection, flooded printer, and broken [brand new] television.
At least, I’ve got my priorities straight, right?