Cracklin' Rose

Mood: Apprehensive
Listening to: the waking whinings of Rosie

If you're a loyal reader (and you know you have me bookmarked ) You'll know that I don't deal well with storms. Especially storms that could result in the T word. You'll recall former posts written about being caught on a highway in a storm and taking shelter in a bathroom of a campground. Let me be precise; when I am away from my house, I. Hate. Storms.

So it stands to reason that tonight, the night when 3,500 people will be gathering in a church to culminate Dee's basketball season, we're due for some pret-ty powerful sumpin' sumpins. Lovely. I can already imagine being trampled as 3,500 people sprint for shelter.

But, you're saying, you'll be in a church. God doesn't smite churches filled with Christians with tornados, I offer you this and this as evidence. Just think about it. Is there a better place? All those sinners tryin' to pretend they're not?

Okay, yeah, I'm joking about a smiteful God, but dang, it does get the anxiety up and runnin'. I'm a serious wreck in incliment weather. I get the cold stomach, the tunnel vision, the hyperventilating. Gads. Maybe we'll get lucky and Dee'll come home from school with a fever.

Except that probably means she's been exposed to the Bird Flu.