I called my mother earlier and got through, and though they were without power for awhile everything's cool there. The fence was crushed from a tree getting knocked down, so I might have to go fix that. Otherwise my grandparents are just waiting to go home. My aunt and uncle had planned on going down there this coming weekend to go touristing in NOLA, but obviously that's not gonna be prudent without a couple of inner tubes to ride on.
My ice chest in the back of the truck bed stinks to high heaven, and it appears that someone has come by and vomited into it. It smells exactly like some ghetto trash came by, leaned over into my truck bed, and fucking VOMITED his or her filthy food-stamped bunnybread sandwich into my ice chest. I guess I need to toss that thing out.