Cheeky in Blue: Tropical Storm Debby is pissing me off...

We are headed to the beach in just a few days and WTH Debby, why are you trying to mess with my travel plans?

I'm also wondering whose bright idea it was to spell Debby with a Y. It's not that I have some kind of special allegiance to all the Debbies out there. Debbie sounds like someone that might have been my baby sitter back in 1972. Debbie would have worn the coolest wide legged frayed jeans with double zippers at the waist, had long platinum locks, said things like "groovy" and "man" a lot, whilst teaching me how to macramé. Debby, on the other hand, is like all those silly people trying to make their name ever more original and special by just changing it up a bit like Stephany or Melany.
I've spent the entire morning going to different websites trying to track this realllllly slllllloooooow Tropical Storm situation that is moving at 2mph and no one can tell me where it's gonna go!

Make up your mind "Debby"

So I've been obsessing just a wee little bit to the point that I could quite possibly send myself into a panic attack with all the hot mess potential this could mean for the most optimal travel experience, which does not include torrential rain, tropical storm force winds, and a tornado or two popping up for good measure. Big D has told me to take a valium, which A, I don't have and B, Xanax would fit the bill more efficiently if we are being specific with prescription pharmaceuticals, which is a moot point because none of those are laying around here either!

Because all I really want is to see this...