ION, I'm making someone's cookbook recipe for dinner and it smells fucking delicious.

Has Dana checked in with any more news about her folks? Is -t evacuating? I'm terribly behind, everywhere on the board.

-t was evacuating late last night, I think. I don't know that we've heard any updates, though.

Cheetahs will forever figure in my future biography, won't they?

Had a call with Casper the Amazing Wonder Niece just now, and some day she will actually talk back when people talk to her on the phone. (So far, I have seen that she only listens and grins.) Mommy sounded tired, and very eager for Casper to go to bed.

Have nothing to say about New Orleans, except, I am a big fan of hills. Not living at the tops of them, nor yet at the bottom, but someplace in-between where any water through my living room is on its way someplace else, and quickly.

This would be similar to the reason I don't live downhill from active volcanoes. I am disaster-movie averse that way.

Now, now. Let's not conflate masculinity and sperm count. Procreation does not a good example of a gender make.

I've had rotating "Feels Like Rain" and "When the Levee Breaks" earworms all day. Also "Hurricane Party" Dunno what that says about me.

Cheetahs will forever figure in my future biography, won't they?

Of Cheetahs and Cheesebutts would be a good title for memoirs, not to mention a kick ass name for a rock band.

Nutty, after they go through the smile and nod phase, they go through the phase of assuming you can see everything they see, when they're on the phone with you, so the wonder niece will be constantly "showing" you stuff on the phone.

And man, I cannot believe that little girl is two. Those two years passed too quickly. Of course, my baby is entering kindergarten in a week, so I'm already in a wow-time-flies mood.

Can I get a big effing woohoo?

Big Effing Woohoo!

Um, also? Why?