This is not a post about Scarlett O'Hara.
It is a post about trash and recycling cans getting blown over by gale-force winds at nine o'clock in the morning. It is a post about being grateful that at least the garbage had been collected so only the semi-clean recycling had to be plucked from bushes and trees and the neighbor's back yard. It is a post about being grumpy that as soon as Gavin wakes up I have to take the kids out in the wind and on to Wal-mart because Tyler has the preschool snack tomorrow and we only have one diaper in the house.
And that is all.