Bring it on, Sandy. We’ve Got Hot Dogs.

Of course I panicked a little late about this hurricane, so by the time Silas and I made it to Target yesterday all the good stuff was gone. The store appeared stocked, but a closer look revealed that the bottled water left on the shelves was sparkling and the batteries were all AAAs, and I’m not really concerned about the ability of Arlo’s electronic piggy bank to deliver its best snort throughout the storm. But I also couldn’t leave empty-handed.