You know it's bad when Jim Cantore comes to town.
School is cancelled for the rest of the week and people are starting to panic just a little and since we're in Zone A, which means, you better get the hell out of here before you get blown away, we'll be leaving town. Again.
Figures we'd get the big one just as soon as I move into my dream home in my dream neighborhood fifteen miles from the coast.
Wish us luck or at least clear traffic.