10/09/2024
Taken from a neighbor, we need a little comedy right now. Milton is coming as a CAT 4.
For anyone who needs a prayer, I asked ChatGPT to write one up for us. Here you go:
Dear Weather Gods, Storm Spirits, and Whoever’s in Charge of This Meteorological Chaos,
We humbly ask you, with the utmost respect and just a sprinkle of desperation, to please chill out for a minute. We’ve had enough rain, wind, and flying lawn chairs for the year. Our umbrellas are flipping inside out, and we’re tired of explaining to the dog why walks are not happening right now.
If there’s some way we’ve offended you—like maybe someone left a fan on too long, or did that ancient rain dance totally wrong—please accept our sincerest apologies. We’ll totally fix it. Just let us know. Do you need a sacrifice of soggy flip-flops? A round of really bad karaoke? We’re willing to negotiate.
So, mighty storm masters, if you could kindly redirect this hurricane to, say, the middle of the ocean where it can have a nice little vacation without ruining our lives, that would be fantastic. We’ll even throw in a tropical cocktail or two.
Thank you for your consideration, and we promise we’ll never complain about being too hot again (well, maybe not as much). Amen!
Stay safe out there!