Rita! You are a bitch. (man, I've waited a long time to say that!) There must be some storm deity out there just toying with us.
I can see it now, Heavenly Storm Mother, her voice like piercing winds howling at her little storm shits:"Katrina, stop pouring water out of the tub! People are dying! and Rita, watch where you step! That'll leave a stinch for hundreds of miles!"
Meanwhile the girls are in the back yelling, "Mom! Are we there yet?! I can almost taste the oil refineries!," or (my personal favorite), "Mom! Pull over, I think I just shit all over the Gulf Coast!"
LEAVE US ALONE!
~to those in the storm's direct path, my thoughts and prayers are with you.
we will all be here waiting to help you put your lives back together, i promise.