So, we Floridians are sitting here on our hands waiting and watching to see what Tropical Storm Fay will do -- or not do.
Obviously, I'd love for "her" to do what any fickle female does -- change her mind -- and decide she'd much rather turn and head out to sea.
I'd much rather not have to deal with any type of damage to the other "old gal" in my life: my very fragile circa 1891 beauty that I call home. She's withstood being cut in half and moved at least 10 miles on two trucks to be saved from demolition. She's lookin' pretty good after all that and I, for one, would really like to keep her that way! :)
So the word spelled out in vintage metal letters on my living room transom says it all: we're "wishin' and hopin' and prayin'" that Tropical Storm Fay will at the very least take it easy on us and just rustle the trees, give us a soaking and move along.