On Monday, Paul and I were out running some errands. We knew a storm was a-coming, but we didn't know how bad it would be. As we headed home, the sky got dark and then... our phones started alerting us that there was a TORNADO WARNING!
Whenever there is a tornado alert, I never remember which is worse, a tornado WARNING or a tornado WATCH.
As I raced home, I made Paul scan the sky for tornadoes. There was substantial thunder and lightening but no rotating clouds he could see. My heart was pounding.
Guys, I am so scared of tornadoes. I'm afraid of mass shootings. I'm afraid of falling out of carnival rides. I'm afraid of dying in a plane crash. I'm afraid of someone breaking into my house and stabbing me to death. I'm basically afraid of everything.
Thank goodness our phones have alerts to warn us of tornadoes! I mean, if only I could sign up for alerts to warn me of all the things I am afraid of...
We got home and charged into the house. Paul turned on the TV to see what was going on. I checked Accuweather on my phone.
"Tornado Watch: Take cover NOW!!!" it said.
I looked out the window. Why was my neighbor moving her garbage cans? "FORGET THE GARBAGE CANS!!!!" I wanted to yell at her.
We lured the cats to the basement with treats. We picked Jelly up and put him in the small basement bathroom in the "back room" of our basement- it's basically the unfinished part that is a storage room. We put Chrissy in his carrying case in the back room and we all just hunkered down.
This is my "I'm about to die" face.