After last year's Hurricane Irene debacle, I was less than thrilled (read: frothing at the mouth in anger at God) to hear that Hurricane Sandy was heading our way. "The Perfect Storm," meteorologists were calling it, trying to fool me into thinking that George Clooney and Mark Wahlberg were going to wash up on my front step. Not so. A bad storm was a-comin'.
We drove to BJ's to stock up. Once we had a cart full of candy bars, soda, Doritos (two kinds!) and sour cream, I began to feel better. Apparently I associate hurricanes with a license to eat as much crap as possible. I called my mother, who had picked up cheesy poofs, brownie mix, and a pound of Italian cookies from the bakery. Clearly, eating junk food during stormy weather is a genetic thing.
Monday, the storm hit. The black clouds opened forth and poured rain. The wind blew, rattling the windows. We lost power twenty minutes in. I munched on a Butterfinger bar and watched Creepshow on the iPad.
The storm ended. We fired up the generator (finally, we had smartened up enough to purchase one of those bad boys) and turned on the television. Our house was still in one piece. I didn't have to brush my teeth with toilet water. I called my parents and my sister, who were all safe and sound and bored out of their minds. George Clooney had not appeared at anyone's house (stupid @!!*! meteorologists!) The worst thing that happened all night was that "Criminal Minds" was a rerun.
We had power again within 48 hours, which was a commendable feat by Connecticut Light & Power. The temperature outside never dropped below 60, so we hadn't needed to turn on the heat. Overall, it was a survivable hurricane.
However, I now have 35 more Butterfingers to eat and four pounds of Doritos to consume (which I've been dipping straight into the tubs of sour cream). Clearly, hurricanes are dangerous...to my arteries.
Hope everyone else made it through safe and sound!
We drove to BJ's to stock up. Once we had a cart full of candy bars, soda, Doritos (two kinds!) and sour cream, I began to feel better. Apparently I associate hurricanes with a license to eat as much crap as possible. I called my mother, who had picked up cheesy poofs, brownie mix, and a pound of Italian cookies from the bakery. Clearly, eating junk food during stormy weather is a genetic thing.
Monday, the storm hit. The black clouds opened forth and poured rain. The wind blew, rattling the windows. We lost power twenty minutes in. I munched on a Butterfinger bar and watched Creepshow on the iPad.
The storm ended. We fired up the generator (finally, we had smartened up enough to purchase one of those bad boys) and turned on the television. Our house was still in one piece. I didn't have to brush my teeth with toilet water. I called my parents and my sister, who were all safe and sound and bored out of their minds. George Clooney had not appeared at anyone's house (stupid @!!*! meteorologists!) The worst thing that happened all night was that "Criminal Minds" was a rerun.
We had power again within 48 hours, which was a commendable feat by Connecticut Light & Power. The temperature outside never dropped below 60, so we hadn't needed to turn on the heat. Overall, it was a survivable hurricane.
However, I now have 35 more Butterfingers to eat and four pounds of Doritos to consume (which I've been dipping straight into the tubs of sour cream). Clearly, hurricanes are dangerous...to my arteries.
Hope everyone else made it through safe and sound!
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