Some guys are no fun at all. :-P
I'm off to bed, sis. It's eleven.
Nighty night Hobbit Hole!
Nite Ruthy!
Don't let the bed balloons bite...
Me too.... Need to hit the couch, where my honey is.
And Corin needs to got to WalMart ;~D
Hey, uhmm... not to be alarmist or anything...
But Dennis just became a Cat 4. Pressure is dropping like a stone, now 950Mb and falling. Winds are 135+.
Still looks like it'll glance off the keys, but everytime they redraw that stinkin' forecast the line moves a little further east. Now it's pointed at the panhandle instead of LA. But... nauseatingly just took a little jog due north.
Looks like everything depends on the Cuba crossing. Lots of things could happen after that.