Must buy Dorothy Parker books and read this book

UPDATE: Okay, I wrote this post when it seemed that mostly everyone was going to be okay, so I was free to be sarcastic and complainy. I was inspired in part by Defective Yeti’s comment about how Katrina and the Waves should have a reunion tour or something. Ha ha. I had no idea I would spend the next week sitting in front of the television wonderng just exactly what the hell is going on, and wishing I had lots more money so I could donate it all to the Red Cross, or maybe even adopt a family for a while and get them back on their feet.

I vaccilate between being horrified that anyone would ever have to live that way, even for a week; being frustrated that it all became such a clusterfuck; swooning over the possible loss of all that history and gorgeous architecture and antiques; and finally landing on worrying about how all those people will pay their bills and not land in just more and more debt. Honestly, this is what I think about: I know they will likely get a nice break on rent, sure, but there are credit card bills, cell phone bills, and most importantly and I hope they all have these: insurance premiums. And where the hell is their mail? I picture all these thousands of people finally making out of the Superdome and into some semblance of real life to find themselves sitting on the phone with Visa trying to prove that yes, their house was actually demolished. Anyway, I will leave my silly post up in the interest of journalistic integrity (ha!), but you can really stop reading this now.

I know that the so called hurricane is mostly down South, but honestly, can’t they see that it affects us here up North as well? I mean, it is Very humid and rainy out today. It’s really quite uncomfortable. But I don’t see the Weather Channel reporting on that, do I? No frizzy-haired anchor standing outside telling the studio, “Well Chuck, you can’t see it on your monitor, but I am very sticky. I take a shower, and minutes later I feel like I am coated in a fine layer of nastyness. It’s quite uncomfortable out here, Chuck. I advise everyone in the area to stay inside and turn on your air conditioner. And for god’s sake, don’t try to do your hair. It’s just not going to happen. Just forget about it.” Southerners. It’s all about the whining. They haven’t gotten over losing the war, it what it is.

Actually, I am traumatized whenever I see something bad happening to New Orleans. We were married in New Orleans, and it is therefore my adopted city. It upsets me to see my precious wedding memories under water. Oh and the people. It must be hard for them, too.

She does this blustery, British, man in tweed jacket cough thing, that should be immediately followed by, ” I say, good man.”

Harumph, Harumph.

As I was unloading from the bottom of the stroller all the booty from Target, I grabbed a package of animal shaped paper bowls ( I couldn’t find them on the website. Just know that they are ugly). I did not purchase said bowls. The Wee One was playing with them while we were getting trash bags, but I did not see this particular package slip its way into the wire basket.

So now I feel guilty with this $1.99 package of ugly paper party bowls, and I have to go and give them back to the underpaid Customer Service lackeys. They are going to think I am an idiot. This will probably be more effort to reintegrate into the system than they are worth (the bowls, not the lackeys).

I am still in a yoga daze, so I cannot finish my thoughts succinctly. Please imagine that I did so. Have a nice day.