There's No Place Like Home

I am not a happy camper. Around 3 o'clock this afternoon, my friend Kelly called to let me know we were under a Tornado Watch. Fabulous. I turn on the local news, just as the rain started coming down outside, and a crash of thunder rocked the apartment. I do not like this at all. The local weather man says the 'rotation' has been spotted in a county west of Montgomery, and it is moving east at 25 mph. Right for us. Fantastic.

So, I grabbed my weather radio, flashlight and blanket and headed for Kelly's apartment. Kelly is here with her baby, Ashlynn, and their dog Presley (her husband, Jimmy, is the trainer for the team). As soon as I get to her apartment, the sirens start. No longer a tornado watch, now we are in full-on tornado warning mode. We all huddled in the bathroom. We are on the second floor of the apartment building here. We don't have a basement, so the bathroom is the next best thing. I wind up my weather radio, which Ashlynn thought was a great toy! We got to sit in there for about 30 minutes before the sirens stopped. The rain was still coming down in buckets but it was safe enough to leave the bathroom.

So, now here we sit. We are under a tornado watch for another 30 minutes. But, the worst of it seems to have passed. For us west-coast gals, this is just too much. Both Kelly and I would much rather be rocking and rolling in an earthquake, than huddled in the bathroom waiting for the tornado to take us to Oz. This is my third tornado-warning/siren experience. All three of which I have weathered without Josh. I will never get used to it. Severe weather is NOT for me.

I'm clicking my heels....