That is a fitting name for this post, as the winds outside our house right now are blowing at speeds that have been clocked at 85 mph, which is technically hurricane-force. The wind truly sounds like a freight train. I have never experienced such a ferocious wind storm, and we get them every year around this time. Oy. If you've checked the news, you've heard about the Malibu fire, but seriously, when doesn't Malibu burn? Every frickin year they have a fire, it just goes with the territory of being remote and having heavy brush, combined with no irrigation and a canyon. It's just a volatile mix. Meanwhile, in the very canyon in which my house is located (the Fremont Canyon) we are in the thick of those winds clocked at hurricane speed, and it is just crazy, people. There are trees being uprooted everywhere, as well as something that just hit my roof. I'm not kidding. We have seen at least two transformers blow out, kind of pretty, actually that huge blue glow ...
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Plus it would be a real shame if it went stale. :)
Suzanne
Mel- Well, you have 4 children to my 1, and I agree that that is much too much sugar to be having around the house. It has got to get out somehow, and it might as well be you.
Elizabeth- Well excuse me, why do you think I am on Blogger?
I know practically nothing about HTML and was rather proud of my color manipulation skills.
Amy- Thanks for the compliment! I like it too! And, you are making me feel a bit better about the raiding. :)
Suzanne- There is no way this stuff is going to be around long enough to get stale!