Ok. Not that I’m hating on anybody who lives in any one of those cities, but there’s gotta be a better way.

This year, I’m not waiting for that special moment when I hear the words, “madatory evacuation”. Know why because the next word you’ll hear is “contraflow”. For those of you who don’t know. IT SUX ROCKS. Imagine 13 hours in bumper to bumper traffic with your pets, your friends, your inlaws, the kids with death bearing down on you. Uh huh. More fun than surgery.

This year, when I even see a blip on the radar. I’M GONE. I’m taking my madatory vacation in Cali. I’ll send you a postcard.