Dear Hurricane Irene,
We needed a new roof a couple months ago. We haven’t gotten around to it yet. Please be gentle.
Also, would you mind venting your fury on those who can afford your wrath? Please keep the less fortunate in mind and spare what little they have.
And Brian said that I can’t fill my inflatable pool up with dirt and leave it in the living room for the dogs. In fact, he said it was a “terrible idea.” So if my basset hounds go out to pee, would you please part your waters and calm your winds a bit so they aren’t so scared?
In the meantime, I’ll try to use your storm to remind me of all the things in my life for which I am so thankful.
…like the fact that I live at the top of a hill, for one.
…and my adorable, zebra-print rain boots, for two.