I can't escape the tornado warnings. I missed the best part of American Idol and just gave up on watching television at all tonight. Every channel has interrupted regular programming to scare me into going underground. I would be happy to seek shelter in the basement.
If only I had a basement.
Instead, I have gone over my options all evening. I'm torn between the center hall and the crawl space. Neither one seems adequate (if you know what I mean).
I keep watching the news, making absolutely sure that my house is out of the path of the storm. It seems the worst of the storm may be over, and all we have to show for it is one little frog.
That was all we found after hearing a loud bang against the front door. It was a little tree frog clinging to our front door. We heard the noise and ran outside, expecting to see a flying cow or a bitch on a broomstick, but all we found was that little frog.
I guess it's safe for me to go to sleep.
I wish the same could say for many other people in the neighboring towns. My thoughts and prayers go out to the families devistated by tonight's storms.
A tornado is no laughing matter.
Until the next time...I'll be thanking my lucky stars that my family is safe.