Tornados.

[leaveoutalltherest]

Yep, we've discussed my little phobia. Apparently, said phobia means shit when one is dealing with only 8 hours of sleep in the last 72. Hence, during today's storm, I learned a few simple rules.

1) When one's parental unit wakes you up, informing you of said WARNING! you do not, DO NOT reply with "I'm not Dorothy, this ain't Kansas, what the fuck am I suppossed to do?"

2) Cats who do not like neither the basement, nor the kennel, should be put in the kennel before the basement, or left for the winds.

3) Sitting on one's porch during said storm, while AIMing (by way of text messaging), causes the neighbors to question one's sanity.

4) Refering to your brother as Dorothy when he pulls up during said storm is likely to get one locked out of the house. *G*

Note to Crantz: Tell that girl, if she wants tornadoes, move to Oklahoma. It's cooler, and they're not known as the Cornhuskers/Bugeaters.

Then it was over, and I went back to bed.

Comments

[icanumis.livejournal.com]

*laughs* But I like numbers one and three!

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[leaveoutalltherest]

So do I, and I'm glad I was so damn tired, otherwise I could have rivaled your mother with paranoia. *g*

Mind you, I usually end up sitting in the basement the whole time with my headphones on.....

[firebird308.livejournal.com]

Most of those amuse me. ^_^

And the one time that has been a tornado where I am, I slept though it and didn't even know about it until I woke up.