So, I’m learning hurricane terms. Last night it was DUMPING rain for hours on end, and I was out to dinner with some new church friends (that’s right, I said friends) and one says, oh it’s probably just a depression. What the heck is a depression away from Grapes of Wrath style depression???

I’ll fill you in. In terms of severity, it goes depression (tons and tons of hard hard rain), storm (tons and tons of hard hard rain + thunder and lightning), and finally hurricane (tons and tons of hard hard rain + thunder and lightning + extreme wind). So there it is! Not to worry though, it was just a depression.

Also, people around here love their sweet tea. Typically I enjoy iced tea when I’m hot and hot tea when it’s cold, like most normal people. Anyway, they don’t mess around with sweetening their tea. It’s almost like a mixture you’d make as a kid… when your mom turns her back and you dump a cup of sugar into your drink and nonchalantly walk away hoping she didn’t notice. Except, it’s not something only sugar-mad kids drink… everyone’s mad about their sweet tea down here! For now I’m sticking with my iced, unsweetened, coffee.

Finally, 90s night is on Saturday at the Trop. MC Hammer will be performing after the game. I’m weaving hammer pants for myself.

I spent the second half of today (the half I didn’t spend jumping around town looking for baywatch clothes) blowing up beach balls for the concert. However I don’t know if brain cells down here in the heat die more rapidly than other places in the country, because these fans don’t understand the concept of playing with the beach balls. They grab. They grab, deflate, and stuff them into their giant mom bags. What’s up with THAT?

That’s all I can think of for now.