HAHAHAH!
Thanks, Dre.
We are recovering.
Living on the second floor of our house. The first floor is gutted. 200K worth of damage. My boss (wife) has picked out new-everything for downstairs...it'll be a place worthy of MTV CRIBS when its done.
My condo, which I just renovated in Pass Christian, Mississippi, right on the water, is a....uhhh.... a slab. Nothing left. Some redfish in Bat St Louis is enjoying my wood floors and crown moulding at his crib.
But I'm alive, my family is alive, and we just found out our unborn prodigy in my boss's belly is..
A BOY!!!!!! (another Chucky to tear our nice s hit up...)
I've recovered from the PTSD. No more Ambien needed.