Ralphie: Hey Curly, what all happens in a hurricane?
Curly: The wind blows so hard the ocean gets up on its hind legs and walks right across the land.
Born & raised in Miami Beach, I thought I knew hurricanes. But, then on September 13, 2008, I met Ike. He rocked my world.
- He blew kisses at me from afar - 110 MPH winds.
- He put rose petals on my bed - and a tree through my fence.
- He knocked me up - OK, my husband did.
So, here's to you Ike. If it wasn't for you and your gust-ful ways Houston's birthrate wouldn't have spiked in early June & I wouldn't have welcomed the birth of my son.
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