Take a Deep Breath...

OMFG…

 

I can’t process this right....

 

Apparently bedpimp was right – thankfully we have the shotguns & ammo here. 

I still don't know what to believe, but I am not sticking around here any longer.

 

Van is backed up to the front porch and loading has started, truck is next. Already offloaded the van's rear seats and set up a 'dog fence' so that the canines will be trapped in the rear of the rig. Cats in one box (it's all I could find) in the middle seat area.

 
Dammit, hubby's polearms are at Corona for the faire. Some reach would be nice...

I think hubby is manning the ‘ambulance plan’: I feel sorry for the paramedics that show up. At least we will have a rig in play for him to stock the drug/medical supply pantry from.

 

More room for transport as well.

 

Four drivers, three rigs: We need some gunners. 

Road to the cabin is open, but the water is still off. 

Heading up the hill.

Things were weird when I went home for lunch: Why aren’t there more folks on the street? Normally the Tower is buzzing at lunch time. *shrug*

 

Hubby and I are all packed for the trip down South: Just waiting for bedpimp to show up with the truck. After last weekend, saw an accident just outside of Selma, we’re going to have the med-pack up front with us for every trip.

 

I just realized, like five of my co-workers didn’t even come back to end their Friday.

 

Fuck it…I’m going to ask Shelly if I can go home early…