The reason for needing to be hyper-alert? Taz is coming for a visit. And by visit, I mean tornado/whirlwind/typhoon/tsunami/hurricane or any other natural disaster you can envision. I'm boarding up my windows and nailing down furniture now. Can't be too careful.
As a side note, the mailbox is being created once again and should be born sometime this afternoon. I'm going to buy some onesies for it. With polka dots. And a giant hair bow. Because, as so many things in life, my ability to accessorize is a representation of my worth and I will not be mocked. Or if I am, it will not be because my mailbox is bald.
I do have standards, you know.