'Cane, 'Cane, Go Away!

And please don't come again another day.

I'm speaking, of course, of Hurricane (Tropical Storm/Depression/Whatever) Gustav which is currently poised to wreak all sorts of havoc on the gulf coast. At least, that's the vibe everyone's getting given the way our state government is totally preparing (aka panicking). Things are wild at work with preparations. There's nothing like an impending disaster to make public relations interesting.

I've been composing a blog in my head for at least two weeks called "Pooper Trooper" which goes into wondrous (gruesome?) details about Jude's battle with pooping and how he didn't go for five days and he had to go to the doctor and now he's on this fiber treatment program and he's doing great but now he has diarrhea . . .

But - bottom line - he's good. He poops. Life goes on. Blah blah blah.

Hopefully I'll have at least a little time to post any hurricane updates. Please say a prayer that we don't get completely blasted by this.