My mom makes me laugh. I got this phone call this morning.

Krit: G’mornin’
Mom: Go north.
Krit: Wha?
Mom: Get your things. Go north.
Krit: Woman, what are you talking about.
Mom: The hurricane. It’s going to hit Texas.
Krit: The one in Florida? It’s a small one though, right?
Mom: So was Katrina, then it grew in the Gulf.
Mom: Go to Moab. Visit Marta. She misses you.
Krit: Awww… you talked to Marta?
Mom: No, but if I did, she’d say she misses you.