In between earthquakes and hurricane warnings (what a week we're having, Jersey, eh?) my husband, Garth (NHRN) and I celebrated our 21st wedding anniversary and had an awesome dinner with my in-laws, last night!
I tried to keep the conversation light (thanks to 2 Mojitos and an awesome glass of Pinot Gris) alas, my husband's boyscout powers, along with the category 2 hurricane and extreme flood warnings, had been activated early in the day.
"You guys have everything you need?"
My in-laws are both in their 80's (but, you STILL look good Mom!) and, well, let's just say that they didn't seem very worried about the weather.
Still, I told them that the kids and I were going to go down to check on my folks (they live about 15 miles inland from Seaside Heights) then, I would stop by their house (my in-laws live about 10 minutes away from us) to help secure stuff and drop off a case of bottled water.
"I don't expect there'd be a problem."
My father-in-law is from New England, enough said.
"But, you want to be able to have coffee!"
I mean, seriously, you really have to wonder about some people's priorities.
"Category 2 hurricane and you're worried about coffee?"
I'm sure the table behind us MUST have heard the muscles in my neck snap, as I whipped my head in my husband's direction (I mean, my neck STILL hurts a little) seriously, he's lived with me for 21 years.
"Maybe coffee would help make them worry about it, you know, less."
Okay, at this point, I realize that it sounded as if I was being beaten by the stoopid stick.
It's not every day you experience an earthquake AND a hurricane in the same week.
I stood my ground.
"This way, you have water, all you have to do is just fire up your Keurig and you're good to go."
Wait for it.
"That's actually a great idea.
Wait. For. It.
"Iffffffff, they had electricity!"
"How about those Giants?"
"They're actually going to go ahead and play the Jets."
[sound of crickets]
"You know, on Saturday?!?"
"Sure, I'll have another glass of wine, thanks!"
All I'm saying is, thank goodness, I married a boyscout....stupid Irene!
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