Right into the path of Hurricane Freaking Dorian.
What is it about names like Dorian that makes you just want to slap somebody?
Oh, just me? Okay...
Let me use my words, instead. I moved to South Florida a few weeks ago and Uncle Dorian has decided to come all the way from the Atlantic Ocean to greet me.
I did not send him a message. I did not call him. But like an annoying relative, he is here.
With plenty of baggage to spare.
Can I send him back? No, though I wish that answer was yes.
But y'all...I just realized: My daddy can.
He can stand at the door to our house and be like, "Not today, Dorian, not today."
Oh wait...one of my brothers (his name is Matthew) just told me that Daddy has done this before.* He said they were in a boat when that annoying visitor showed up and BAM!
Just like that, Daddy tells the visitor to aller!
Okay, y'all. I feel better. I am going to go talk to my Daddy. He'd know what to do.
Quick Update: I spoke to my Daddy and He said I shouldn't worry.
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