Earl did nothing.

We survived a hurricane on Labour Day weekend. Of course, by "survived", I mean that we watched it rain and then nothing else happened. Everyone around here goes all nuts since Juan hit like a million years before I moved here, and whenever there's a hurricane in the forecast, they all buy out the bottled water from the grocery store, and gossip breathlessly about how bad the upcoming hurricane might be, or how since the water's so warm it will be a terrible storm, or that the trajectory indicates that blah blah blah whatever.

It rained.

Also, these guys came and went.


Also, this guy is here.


Also, SOMEONE TURNED A GAZILLION YEARS OLD OMG.