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Comin' right for us. We're in Johnston County, NC.

I got a bad feeling after lunch yesterday afternoon and decided to leave early. Rain wasn't supposed to arrive until around 4, but I didn't trust what the radio said vs what the sky looked like.
Stocked up last-minute stuff at BJ's (Dr Pepper and cat food), and it was raining when I came out. I raced home to get the ice chest out of the toolshed, afraid Sweet Baboo hadn't gotten to it yet.
Sweet Baboo had not gotten to it. He had also piled everything from the lawn and garden (tools, flower pots, etc) into the toolshed and I had to unpack it to get to the ice chests, cursing and griping the whole time. I made a complete ass of myself.
While I was unpacking the toolshed in the backyard, Sweet Baboo was unloading the generator he bought that afternoon. He walked around to ask me for help and saw me cussing and throwing things back out into the yard and told me to forget the ice chests.
I was not angry. I told him that there are few sights more erotic to a doomer woman than the sight of a man with a new generator and three cases of bottled water beside him.
Toucan Sam got our old generator, a 5,000 watt Coleman PowerMate, in the divorce (I traded it for the two cemetery plots - you know, the end prep). Sweet Baboo bought a tough, 7,000 watt, expensive Troy Bilt model. Love is definitely better the second time around.
We got a lot of rain and howling wind, but no damage. I'm more worried about Ike.