F%$#@%$ Hurricane Charley

. . .is preventing me from driving to Jacksonville to see TJ. Now, granted, Jacksonville is on the east coast of Florida, and Tampa, where the mother is hitting, is on the west coast, but that bitch is still going to sweep across northeast Florida and southeast Georgia tonight, and TJ said, "We'll keep on eye on the weather report, but if it looks bad, I am NOT letting you drive."

A few tears and hours later. . .

He's on his way here. I mean, he needs to evacuate ANYWAY. . .

I told him that I cried at the drop of a hat, not to let me emotionally blackmail him, and only to come if that's what's best for him. He said he did want to see me, he didn't want me to be upset, and what could he do to help save his stuff if he stayed anyway? He's packing up his photo albums/other valuables and hauling ass to Savannah.

Next time I get all psycho and uncertain, remind me that the man drove through tropical storm weather to see me one time.