Hurricane Life

 Life during a hurrication without power

 Our poor poor pool...


 I checked, no Keebler elves living inside.

Powerless

 Really the only flooding we saw in our area

Sad, greasy, sweaty hurricane faces. This is after 72 hours without power. A million degrees in our apartment, and rising.

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