Hurricane Dan(ny)

I am so evilly tempted to make some sort of comment about how Hurricane Danny, which shares its name with my husband^*, has been nothing but a blustery swirl of hot air, wandering aimlessly in the middle of nowhere. Perhaps I would even link it to how, due to a combination of Friday night's nasty storm and his lacking sense of direction, it took him two hours to get from the UCF area to our house.

But I'll try to behave.

Oops, too late.

^* Well, OK, we call him "Dan," but his mom calls him "Danny" in all her answering-machine messages to him.