You'll have to excuse the people living along America's East Coast for feeling a little picked on these days.
You probably remember the smug look that crossed your face time after time last winter when storm after storm missed our area only to wheel up the coast dumping major snowfall.
Well, it was major for them, anyway, closing schools and roads.
I have to admit it was kind of nice seeing someone else go through that for a change.
This week it was a pretty significant earthquake centered in Mineral Virginia that was shaking more than just confidence.
National monuments were closed to the public as much of the nation's capitol was evacuated as a safety precaution.
Fortunately no serious injuries were reported but the people who track these things say that aftershocks remain a strong possibility.
Earthquakes happen around here; I've probably covered three or four in my 30 years but I've never actually experienced one.
Even when everyone was calling Tuesday to ask if they were crazy I never felt a single shudder.
But, as the saying goes, be careful for what you wish.
Now comes Irene a monstrous storm some 200 miles wide heading straight up the eastern seaboard.
As of this writing it appears that the storm could skirt traditional hurricane zones in the south but slam into Long Island and Boston by early in the week.
Hurricanes this far north are again not unheard of but certainly not commonplace; I can remember names like Agnes and Floyd but again only a handful in my time keeping score.
So we offer our wishes this weekend that everyone comes out okay to our friends to the east, that Irene leaves them safe, shaking their heads and asking:
Hey! What'd we do?