I can only imagine how dangerous the winds are growing.
On a much lighter note, just this weekend as Sandy approached our coast, the winds on our little slice of land were whipping and we were hundreds of miles away from the storm's major forces.
So it was with surprise I looked out the window and saw my son raking leaves.
And suddenly I realized why.
You know what's not all that fun? Bathing a white dog after such an adventure.
Oh, well. It was FUN. That's what counts!
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