Yes, yes, the Laura storm is only sub-tropical now. Regardless, the family and I had a hoot this morning envisioning myself as an actual, Tasmanian devil type of whirling dervish of a storm. Of course, if tropical storms made a "SEE-N-SAY" sound, it would be the following...according to my family, anyway:
"Get out of bed, Mon! Get up and wash the stink from your pits, Mon! Quit picking your nose, Mon! Do you want a fork for dat, Mon? What's wrong wich you, Mon? Can't you see you be knocking me down wich your death breath, Mon? Holy mother of Marley, Mon! For the love of Bob, Mon! Get outta da bed before I get me squirt gun, Mon!"
