Anyway. The weather sucks in the Midwest right now. Maybe you've heard?
I arrived home in Ohio on Tuesday evening & spent Wednesday night hunkered down indeed, hiding out in my mom's unfinished basement with one very scared dog. Here's a highlight reel. I:
- Realized that the faint wailing in the background of my DVRed episode of the "Glee" finale didn't quite match the music & was actually the city's tornado siren
- Carried my mom's 35ish-lb., elderly dog to the basement because she refuses to make the descent on her own
- Made myself as comfortable as possible in a cold, wet corner better suited to shackling someone to the wall or harboring a secret slave. Not that my mom does those things. I'm just saying.
PHOTO REDACTED AT MY MOTHER'S INSISTENCE. CENSORSHIPPPP!
- Created a cozy little corner for aforementioned scared dog, who shook like a leaf (what a weird expression - lots of things shake more than leaves) during our entire time together hiding out from would-be twisters. Please note: "Cozy" is an exaggeration.
- Videotaped potential last words, which I will not post for you here, because retrospectively, they are terribly embarrassing now that I'm still alive
- Tweeted profusely with @jensteer & @betternovembers, who let me know that funnel clouds had been spotted over my hometown, though nothing had touched down
- Killed three spiders with a yardstick
- Cried twice out of fear of both spiders & storms
- Created this Fourquare event to make myself feel better. My first Event Space, woooo! I'M ALMOST THE MAYOR OF TORNADOVILLE.
- Uncovered this hysterical photo of my father circa God-knows-when:
- Found this not-quite-as-embarrassing photo of me dressed as a spider ballerina, sporting some really heavy side-bangs for a ballet recital. Don't worry, the rest of my hair existed; it was just in a bun:
- Received blessed word that though a thunderstorm warning was still in effect, I probably didn't need to spend the rest of the evening cohabiting with spiders
- Carried my dog up the stairs at the end of the ordeal only to discover that she had peed herself in fear. Can't say I blame her.
The moral of my personal experience: Tornado warnings are the best case I can think of for having a finished basement. But I guess it was worth it for that photo of my dad.
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None of the houses out here have basements because we don't usually get tornados, but apparently there was one in Northern California earlier in the week. :/ Weird weather = world ending.
I wonder where my parents hide their embarrassing photos. Hehehe.
PS - glad to hear you're safe!
ugh, sounds like a crappy evening. i'm glad you're okay and it was only the dog who wet herself. sorry, but that photo of you is a lot more hysterical than the one of your dad (isn't that how all dads looked like circa god-knows-when?).
also, i just gave you an award on my blog. you're welcome.
You were safe and now you have a good story! Let's just hope it never happens again!
Okay first off, definitely glad you're safe! Sounds like quite the evening!
Im glad to hear you're okay-- that's such a frightening experience, but it's awesome that you found those old photos!
Love the redesign. Glad everyone's safe in Ohio.
Thank goodness you're alright!
I am not happy that you had to spend time in the basement, but I am glad you found those photos.... so funny :)
Wow, I love the sleeves (??) on that outfit. Glad to hear you're ok and that you had a dog to hang out with. They always make things better..
I laughed so hard at this post! So glad you're safe!
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