who I, along with every other Harry Potter fan, am just going to call Hermoine, has hit Texas - my part of Texas.
This means that every single damn channel is rain and tornadoes and sirens going off. The dogs are freaking out because of the HORNS and the TV is loud so that Pop can hear the HORNS that are going off intermittently. What he doesn't realize is that the HORNS only serve to freak the dogs out more than they already are (one already threw up).
Time for him to have a stress pill.
Dorothy
P.S. Yesterday was a wonderful day if this deal with the butterfly works out.
