Oh my good lord. I could not believe my ears and eyes when I saw the news this week. Even hubby was just screaming with laughter as he watched the story unfold. Renee Downs has made her presence known in her new place of residence. When Renee lived in the south, we were hammered by an inordinate number of hurricanes. When she lived in TX, it was deadly strings of tornadoes. Then when she was up north, they had a pretty wicked Noreaster. And now she's done it again. We should have known that no where would be safe in her presence. Right now, Anchorage, Alaska is probably giving the ferret community a big, huge, sarcastic "thanks a lot" for sending her their way, lmao. All this time, I thought to myself, okay she should be pretty safe up there. "It'll be okay", as my friends always says. There is virtually no chance of a catastrophic earthquake, no chance at all for tornadoes or hurricanes, and snow is not a factor up there. Sooooo ... that leaves tsunamies? Even that would be a rarity in that part of the world. Yup, I thought. She should be safe at the ends of the earth ... right?. The Inuit, nnt, I like the word Eskimos ... the Eskimos are a pretty tough people. And the state is full of roughneck men. Even their wild life is hardy and vigorous with bears, moose, wolves, salmon and so much more. Hell, even their snowmen are indestructible! Snowzilla in Anchorage was up to two stories last time he was built. But alas it has happened. Disaster. Just outside of Anchorage, Mt. Redoubt is rumbling and simmering as I type. And baby it's about to blow. This is no wimpy volcano. This is not going to eek out rivers of lava which travel as slow as the creature in the old classic The Blob. No, when this baby goes off, it's going to explode shooting ash, rock and glass eight miles high or more. ::Waving at the FML'ers in Alaska:: "Yew like that?!", as Happy Gilmore likes to shout. I have images of Renee walking about town with an umbrella over her head as the ash falls, fishing pole and net slung over her shoulder on her way to the streams to catch herself some Salmon to barb-a-que, ferrets walking on leashes through the snow covered streets, while telling the alarmed towns folk she passes, "but that's okay. Tell yew whut. Ya'll can come to my house for dinner tonight, I'll get out my banjo, you an hug some fuzzies and ... it'll be okay!" [Posted in FML 6235]