It's hurricane season, and for those who don't live along the Gulf Coast or the Eastern Seaboard, that might not mean a whole heck of a lot to you. But here, in post-Katrina New Orleans, it means "PANIC!"
Or at least that's the way it seems. My mom has had heated conversations with relatives about where they are going to evacuate to, booked hotel rooms in a town 3 hours north of us, and started putting together an emergency kit. All this, and the storm isn't even in the Gulf yet!
Me? I'll probably go where my parent's go.
I have no bags packed.
I have no emergency kit.
I don't even have a can of vienna sausage.
But, still, I think I'll be ok. :)