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Welcome to tornado alley

BASEBALL sized hail, just 20 miles south of us. Egg-sized hail four miles away. I bet the coach is glad I told him he should cancel the game tonight. (He's from Canada. He knows snow. I know tornadoes.)

Rule of thumb: when the sky looks like a bruise, and you can no longer hear birds, GO INDOORS. Or you know... you can see clouds CIRCLING overhead. O_O

...we have blankets, cell phone and pillows in the "safe room" of our house, and I'm going back to watching the radar. (Turning off comments, not because I don't care about your thoughts, etc, but because I'm shutting all the electricity off, just to be safe.)


Are You Actually

Reading this? I'm just curious. Because that's really detail-oriented of you. Feel free to stop reading. But you can see that there's more here, so are you going to keep reading? Really? That's pretty dedicated. I'm impressed. No, really. I'm not being sarcastic, why do you get like that? See, this is the problem I have with your mother - yes. YES. I'm going there. It's time we put all of our cards on the table.

I love you, why are you doing this? After all we've been through? You don't have to be like this. You know, still reading. You could be baking a pie. And then sharing it with me.

Time Wot It Is

April 2017
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