More Fun Than Should Be Legal
Last night, we had more fun than we really should be allowed to have. We have the great fortune to live in the great state of Alabama, right in “tornado alley.” And because we are close to the Tennessee River, there are no basements here. And because the builders are STILL not safety-conscious, we have no inner rooms without windows.
So, at 3:00 am, the sirens started sounding. Chewydad ran downstairs to turn on the tv and be sure they really meant that WE needed to seek shelter, and yep, we saw on the radar that there was a tornado bearing down on our city. We roused all five of the kids who were just thrilled, I tell ya, and crouched in a 3-foot by 5-foot area in the hall, under our stairs. Backed up to the closet that houses the litter box for our four cats, and surrounded by open walls on every side.
Max, the burping, farting, and terrified-of-thunder Golden Retriever, joined us. Meaning he stood on top of us. We crouched in the hall for a bit until we were certain that the storm was past. Then we sent five wound-up kids back to bed.
And if you thought THAT was fun, you should have been in our house at 6:30 am when we awakened our kids AGAIN, this time for school. They were thrilled, I tell ya.
**And in spite of my wise-arsed post, I seriously need to say that I am very thankful that our town was spared last night in the bad weather. Our thoughts and prayers here in the House of Chewy are with those who have lost homes, precious possessions, and loved ones in these storms.**