The week before...

So, the week before Ike was one of those crazy weeks where you wonder what else in the world could happen. Oh, yeah, a hurricane! Here's a rundown...

Monday: Oh crap! Big storm. Cancel dance classes Tuesday-Friday. Doom, destruction, woe!

Tuesday morning: Oh, storm going to Brownsville! How silly, we are fine. la la la, let's forget about watching the news.

Tuesday afternoon: What?! Storm moved north? Like, here? Why? Stupid Ike. Start watching news again...

Tuesday evening: Car crash (a whole other story). Car crunched. In Mia's words, "Mommy, honk, honk, boom!" Not my fault. Everyone was fine, though. Except poor Viv the Vue.

Wednesday: Need to evacuate. Start preparing house. Argue with insurance, can't get a rental until late Wednesday (which was too late). Prepare house some more. Deal with whiny child. Prepare house. Figure out which belongings we don't want blown away. Pack clothes. Do laundry. Pack food... etc, etc, etc. Borrow truck from friends to evacuate (Thanks guys!).

Wednesday night: Leave around 8pm. Get to Austin around 12am. Sleep, for goodness sake.

Thursday: Get pulled over by cop because of expired inspection (as in almost a year expired, which we were warned of before we borrowed said vehicle... they never got pulled over, we did. We're lucky!). Thankfully get a warning. Play at Zilker Park for awhile, buy groceries in unbelievably packed HEB. Unpack and watch The Weather Channel.

Friday: Go to get car inspected. Go to Jiffy Lube... car fails. Bad tires and low brake fluid. Get brake fluid. Wait 1.5 hours for tires at Discount Tire. Go back to Jiffy Lube, wait another 30-45 minutes (have Starbucks). Finally get legal car. Laugh at reports getting blown over by wind.

Saturday: Hurricane comes through. Carport falls on house.