So my boss called me about something entirely unrelated and then asked if I'd gotten plywood.

I said no, I was too busy worrying about Cullen's homework to worry about a hurricane.

My boss said that last he heard the hurricane is coming straight up the Chesapeake, through the Potomac and right into DC.

My reaction? Nature abhors a vacuum so George W's empty head is what's pulling this thing towards us. Send him out to sea and the hurricane will go back where it belongs.