As many of you know, I currently live outside Miami in the city of Davie, 10 miles from the ocean. With hurricane Matthew bearing down on us, most of my week was scary stressful. I was prepared with food and water, but we don't have a generator, and Rob was out to sea. Tuesday morning the shutters went up, packed, and I stopped by the barn to get all my tack, pamper Jasper, and enjoyed the lovely weather with my girls. When I tried to get gas on my way home, the stations were mobbed, and several stations where out completely. I finally filled my tank, and hit the road to go North with both little girls, and two dogs. About two and half hours down the road, I didn't like what I was hearing on the news. Our county was under a hurricane watch, and it was possibly hitting the East side, too. I had a chance to talk to Rob, and he asked me to go down to Key West instead. So, 10 hours later, I arrived at the Navy base only to find out my dependent ID had expired, plan B
