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Ok, that was the most disappointing natural disaster EVER.
I need to apologize to Port Arthur and Beaumont, though.
I do a lot of wishing. I wish I could win the lotto whenever I play. I wish the radio would stop playing certain songs. I wish stupid television shows will get canceled. I wish certain candidates will not win elections. I wish certain people will drop dead.
This is generally a harmless activity that I engage in. I never win the lotto. The song gets put in hourly rotation. The stupid television programs become runaway hits watched by everyone but me. George W. Bush has been my Governor and my President, with no end in sight until 2008. All of my former bosses (not to mention George W. Bush) are walking around alive and healthy. Generally speaking, I usually get the opposite of what I wish for.
So when I wished last week that Hurricane Rita would veer away from Houston and hit Beaumont because I never did like that town, I had no idea that I made that wish within a window where my wishes would be granted. If I had known that, I would have wished that Rita downgrade to a Tropical Storm in the Gulf and come in where ever she wanted to, and then I would have wished for the lotto jackpot. I would have wished for George W. Bush to follow Brownie's example, admit he is not qualified for his job and resign. I would have wished for a cure for cancer and an end to poverty and hate.
But no. I made a snide wish for devastation to turn away from me and hit another town -- and it happened. Rats. Really, Beaumont, I meant nothing by it. I didn't expect this.
To be safe, I just won't make wishes anymore.
Well, maybe the one about the lotto is safe.
I need to apologize to Port Arthur and Beaumont, though.
I do a lot of wishing. I wish I could win the lotto whenever I play. I wish the radio would stop playing certain songs. I wish stupid television shows will get canceled. I wish certain candidates will not win elections. I wish certain people will drop dead.
This is generally a harmless activity that I engage in. I never win the lotto. The song gets put in hourly rotation. The stupid television programs become runaway hits watched by everyone but me. George W. Bush has been my Governor and my President, with no end in sight until 2008. All of my former bosses (not to mention George W. Bush) are walking around alive and healthy. Generally speaking, I usually get the opposite of what I wish for.
So when I wished last week that Hurricane Rita would veer away from Houston and hit Beaumont because I never did like that town, I had no idea that I made that wish within a window where my wishes would be granted. If I had known that, I would have wished that Rita downgrade to a Tropical Storm in the Gulf and come in where ever she wanted to, and then I would have wished for the lotto jackpot. I would have wished for George W. Bush to follow Brownie's example, admit he is not qualified for his job and resign. I would have wished for a cure for cancer and an end to poverty and hate.
But no. I made a snide wish for devastation to turn away from me and hit another town -- and it happened. Rats. Really, Beaumont, I meant nothing by it. I didn't expect this.
To be safe, I just won't make wishes anymore.
Well, maybe the one about the lotto is safe.
