Hanging in Houston, Day 3

We're still trying to get information about our neighborhood. Someone who lives in another subdivision down the road wrote in an online forum that he was able to sneak back to his house, and that there was almost no damage, though there was some damage to other houses. He then turned around and went back to Baton Rouge. But still, no word on our area. Update--a poster from our neighborhood went back there, then back to Baton Rouge. He says that there are trees down and lots of siding off of houses, but it sounded like the 'hood wasn't devastated. Nothing specific as to our house, or even our block, but every little bit helps.

We walked aimlessly around the Galleria for about two hours today. One shop had a horizontally shaped postcard with a photo of President Bush smiling and waving, with a photo of the White House off to his left. I took a vertically shaped postcard of two big-titted babes with Texas-flag bikinis and placed it over the White House on the Bush postcard. I thus transformed the President from a benevolent but firm commander-in-chief into a leering pervert. This amused me far more than it should have; yes, I have too much time on my hands.