Not a drop of rain from Hurricane Ike. Not even a cloudy day. A little hot air called a breeze this morning, that’s all. I moved all my plants, lawn furniture, tied down the cover on the grill and turned off the sprinkler. Why? Did I really think that possibly we might get a little blessing of water and wind? No, apparently Ike decided to treat me just as badly as Edoardo did, leaving me hot and steamy and dry. You boys have got to stop this behavior! Two of you standing me up for these dates is just too much for a girl to take.