Save Me

My Mom called today to remind me that she lived in Florida and they just had a Terrible Hurricane. The Conversation went like this:

"JUST SO YOU KNOW I ALMOST DIED THIS MORNING BECAUSE IT WAS REALLY WINDY AND RAINY AND MY CONDO OVERLOOKS A LAKE AND THERE WAS A HURRICANE AND NOW THEY ARE SAYING THAT WE MAY NEVER HAVE WATER OR ELECTRICITY AGAIN AND I AM GOING TO DIE AND NEVER GET TO MEET MY GRANDCHILDREN IF EITHER YOU OR YOUR SISTER ACTUALLY HAVE GRANDCHILDREN IN MY LIFETIME WHICH IS DOUBTFUL BECAUSE YOU ARE BOTH TOO PICKY AND SELFISH AND YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT YOUR POOR GRANDCHILDLESS MOTHER AND I AM NOT PAYING FOR A WEDDING BECAUSE YOU SHOULD HAVE MET SOMEONE IN YOUR TWENTIES LIKE NORMAL PEOPLE AND ARE YOU SEEING ANYONE SPECIAL BECAUSE SOON I AM GOING TO DIE I HAVE TO GO TO THE BATHROOM BUT I CAN'T FLUSH BECAUSE WE HAVE NO WATER BECAUSE WE WERE IN A TERRIBLE HURRICANE NOT THAT YOU WOULD CARE GOOD-BYE."


Hurricane Wilma may have struck nearly 3000 miles away, but Hurricane Mom unfortunately made Landfall right here in Good Ole Los Angeles.