Anyone up for puddle jumping or canoeing down Allen Parkway?

How about a hurricane party?

I really shouldn’t be making jokes in the aftermath of Katrina. People deal with natural disasters in various ways. Some cry and shut themselves off from the rest of the world. Others ignore the obvious and down grade the magnitude of the situation. Some placate to their own circumstances and toss jokes around as though they are playing a friendly game of horse shoes.

“It’s rather ironic the hurricane is named Rita since we drink so many margarita’s in Houston.”

Then, there are people like myself who can’t seem to get enough of CNN and MSNBC. It’s no wonder I had nightmares last night.

Didn’t we just go through this? Didn’t I just see first hand how a hurricane can affect people?

The only thing my family asks of me is to buy the right size clothes for their children and to stop teaching the kids to scream. When my brother called and my sister-in-law returned an email this morning I didn’t think twice about responding.

N: “You’re coming,” the tone in his voice wasn’t looking for an answer, he wanted an affirmation.

“I’ll be there. Can we make rita’s?.”

“I may be spending a few days with you.”