Bou is sitting in the middle of the storm listening as the tiles on her roof are getting torn off one by one by the wind and rain; and I can't help but sit here at work worrying about her. I know the sounds, the smells and what the fluctuation in barometric pressure feels like all too intimately as you ride out a hurricane. All I can do is sit and pray for all Floridians. So I pray for all to be well, for there to be minimal damage, and for life as they know it to return to normal fairly quickly. Bou, I'm sending hugs and many positive thoughts your way!

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Dear Mr. Helpful!

A pictorial poem on your Birthday (entirely work safe)!

What do you get a man
that has everything he possibly needs
who shares knowledge by the planting of seeds
has been on cruise ships and plenty of planes
has travelled in automobiles and a number of trains
of great possessions he has quite a few,
though none so precious as his lovely two.

So what do you get a man like this?

At first I thought of a sweet sexy pair just for you,
to sweeten your day and keep away the blues.
Next it was soft special skin that is firm to the touch
but being a woman I thought it too much
so instead, my dear friend without further ado
here is your present, and it's all just for you!

Update: I see I'm not the only one who appreciates the old man's helpful bits.

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