Ivan the Powerful

Wow, it certainly has been a long time since last I wrote. I blame the hurricane that struck the east coast though, because it is difficult to blog without power. So, Ms Tallon came to stay over with Waldo and I for the storm. She figured our house would be safer than the trailer she resides in. I don't blame her though, especially since the trailer park is adjacent to the river. It turns out her home was washed away in the flood, so now she is staying with us. We call this her "temporary" residence, but I think it will blossom in to much more than that.
I truly believe that I am in love with Ms Tallon! I haven't told her yet, but I can feel it. I thought I was in love when Sheila and I eloped. I later found out from my doctor, much to my chagrin, that it was just a mixture of the tequila, bad chili, and her genital herpes. What did I know? I was young, stupid, drunk, and hallucinating.
Well, anyway this was Waldo's first hurricane and he handled it pretty well, relatively. You have to understand that Waldo has a psychological disorder called Macabre Apprehensive Disorder (MAD) so any little thing could set him off worrying. When he has a MAD attack, he begins to whimper like a lame puppy and then if he is able to fall asleep, he wets his bed. Needless to say, we had a few sheets to change. Luckily no one in our neighborhood was injured and there was minimal damage to our house, other than the power outage and the fallen trees and missing roof shingles.
It's about time for Ms Tallon to arrive with Waldo, so I have to start on dinner and finish my work. Until next time.... MAY THE FORCE BE WITH YOU.