It's that time of the year again!

The Husband and I are escaping New York City and spending 10 days up in New England.

This year, the timing couldn't be better. We are leaving in time to escape Hurricane Irene.

Seriously, it's kind of ridiculous how freaked out New Yorkers are getting about this hurricane that's coming toward us.

Mayor Bloomberg had a serious press conference today, my neighbors are clearing their balconies and taping up their windows.

Seriously, New Yorkers? First, it's only a Category 3, and second, by the time it hits the vicinity of New York, it is likely to have fizzled.

Having grown up in the Deep South, we had a hurricane every week. Yes, they are destructive and scary. But they rarely get this far north (where temperatures are less favorable. And once they hit the land, it really slows them down.

That said, I hope I don't come to regret these words.

I guess it's possible that a hurricane could lash Manhattan. Anything is possible.

But I'm not holding my breath.

I'll see y'all after Labor Day!