Suburban Warrior

I always hated the name "Dennis".

When I was a kid, I did not enjoy the TV program "Dennis the Menace" like the other children. Even though Dennis supposedly represented my peer group and I was to feel some type of kinship with him, I wanted to slap him silly. Granted, Dennis was physically attractive, but the minute he opened his mouth and his high pitched voice screeched his signature "Heeeeyy Mr. Wilson..." he lost me. I much preferred the grumpy Mr. Wilson to faggy Dennis (come to think of it, as I get older, I find this Mr. Wilson , NOT this Mr. Wilson, somewhat attractive...you know...in a "come hither and let me spank you" kind of way...). If that kid was my neighbor...oye!!

Anyhoo, thirty years later, another Dennis is annoying me. We are on our third day of rain in North Carolina, thanks to the remnants of Hurricane Dennis. Not fun when you are vacationing with fifteen, yes, let me repeat that...FIFTEEN children!! All under the age of ten! (Here's a mathmatical equation for you: vacation + children=oxymoron) Where did we put the vodka?? Oh yeah, down our throats.

We leave tomorrow...paler than when we arrived (yes, I shaved my big toes for nothing!). The forecast calls for Dennis to continue to swirl around Emerald Isle for the next few days...then the arrival of Hurricane Emily!

I can only hope one of these powerful storms scoops up Jay North in it's path of destruction.