August 31, 2010


The generator is fueled and we have plenty of booze, water, food, toilet paper, and ammunition. Practically everyone who knows me thinks I am a little eccentric because of my disaster prep--funny how the snickers fade away when the hurricane warnings go up . . .

Yips! from Robbo: Ah, we laugh out of guilt over our own lack of preparedness. FWIW, the vast yet secure real estate holding known as Fort LMC is our pre-programmed fallback position in the event of alien attack, Mayan-predicted doomsday or zombie apocalypse.

Posted by LMC at August 31, 2010 09:53 PM | TrackBack

I don't think LMC probably has THAT much liquor stored up, Robbo.

Posted by: Kathy at September 1, 2010 09:16 AM

I believe standard courtesy requires BYOB in those situations. Also BYOTP.

Posted by: rbj at September 1, 2010 09:33 AM

I'm with you, buddy....

Posted by: kmr at September 1, 2010 11:08 AM

Oh, if we appeared at the LMC gates, it would be in a big ol' Mel Gibson-style battle-ready rig packed with "juice," tp and ammo.

Posted by: Robbo the LB at September 1, 2010 12:43 PM

I'm assuming that list is prioritized in order of importance? If so, good job.

We don't prepare here, just grab the six-pack on the way to the storm cellar. Tornados give little warning, and blow away all your prep work, anyway.

Posted by: Diane at September 2, 2010 07:17 AM

Diane, we learned in the Baghdad to grab your plate off the table in one fluid motion on the way to the "Scud shelter" when the indirect fire alarm sounded. We might be in the shelter for half an hour or longer and there was no point in being hungry.

Posted by: LMC at September 2, 2010 09:15 PM
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