Tropical storm, Edouard was like a bad lover. Lots of build up, he couldn't find his rhythm and when he came ashore I was left wondering "What the hell was THAT?"
So after stuffing our pantry with beans and weenies, spraying our carpet from hauling busted bottles of water, sweating while dragging in patio furniture and all the other prep for a hurricane, we just ended up with a cleaner yard and lots of much need moisture.
Thanks, Edouard for keeping us on our toes and although I think you have the most ridiculous name for a hurricane (great for a foreign lover though) I'm glad we got the hurricane that couldn't follow through.
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