This morning at 5:30am I heard the wonderful sound of pitter patter coming down the hall. Then my darling Little Cowpoke peaked up over my bed. The look on his face said it all. I could not jump out of bed quite fast enough. I did manage to push him back a little bit so he wouldn't throw up on my face. Then I directed him to the wood floor, and thank goodness I did. Let me tell ya. They should make alarm clocks that sound like sick kids. That has you jumping out of bed so fast. It's like lightning speeds, that are so not normal for that early in the morning. After it was all said and done Little Cowpoke said, "I feel better Mom." I am glad he feels better poor little guy.
Now this is what I have been eye balling for the last two days. See that orange hurricane marker? That is right over my house. Yep, that is where I live. Right in the heel of the boot. It looks like no matter what I am going to get to meet this nice Gustav. Luckily though, as of now, he isn't too strong. I am going to wait out a category two hurricane. Anything bigger and I am out of here. You don't have to tell me twice. My plan right now is that on Sunday afternoon, to go and get Ozzie and bring him home to wait out the storm in our pasture. Then we will wait out the storm in the house. Mr. Cowboy is gearing up the generator so we can run our fridge and one air conditioner for us to sleep in comfort. He is so sweet. I think he just doesn't want me to leave. But three years ago it flattened the very house we live in, so, I am a bit nervous. Just a tad. Not as freaked out as I was this morning, but still a bit nervous.