Wet 'n Wild

I am not kidding when I say I've been waiting for this my entire life: Tropical Storm Fay has hit! Sure, it's not spelled the same (it's missing the "e"), but close enough. When I was little we used to go to "Wings" when at the beach. They sell all kinds of cheap crap with names on them. Never ever ever did they have key chains or mugs or other cheap do-hickeys with my name on it. And this was in the South. Womp womp! Finally, finally, I have my tropical storm.

I was so excited when I turned on the TV to see if the Olympics were on and was greeted with my tropical storm, that I ran out to the porch where my parents were having a leisurely breakfast and jumped up and down. It felt like my birthday.

An hour or so later, D texted me, "Tropical storm Fay. Your secret's out!!!" The next day B called me to let me know that I was pounding her (and the rest of Florida).

Isn't it fun to be strong, menacing, wet 'n wild?