Yesterday we got word that another hurricane, Frances, is heading our way. Before Charlie it was 1964 when the last hurricane hit Orlando. Now we are poised to have two in one year. Jennifer went out this morning to get more supplies: water, candles, non-perishable food. She was amazed at how little was left at the store. It’s Tuesday and the hurricane isn’t supposed to hit until Saturday. I guess Charlie has pushed people to start getting ready early. Hopefully we will be just as lucky with this storm. They were supposed to start working on our hardwood floor this week, but we are thinking of telling them to start next week just in case the storm knocks out our power for an extended length of time. We don’t want our floors to be pretty much ripped down to the concrete while we are trying to survive through the storm.

Today I went to the dermatologist and had the mole on my face removed. It’s been there since I was a little kid, but it was finally time to go. When I held Emily one of her favorite things to do was to pick at it. Well, it’s gone now and I’ve been having phantom mole pains all afternoon. When I got home, the girls were asking what happened to my face. Emily said “owie” when she saw the band-aid on my cheek.