In the wake of our friends Gustav and Ike's slightly abrupt visit, I'm left yet again with a broken umbrella. [By the way, I'm all for visitors but is it just me or is it a little rude of them to be so downright imposing? Maybe its my southern roots but I was taught to always be a gracious and polite guest and I hate to say it, but Gus and Ike are anything but.] So now I am left to either search for the impossible: the indestructible umbrella, or forget about staying dry and warm.
Decisions, Decisions.

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