A lot of blow and nary a show - tornado warning in the night

Matt was out of town last night, we (my 82 year old mother and I) spend part of our evening in the basement while tornado sirens blared.

I have never seen blinding rain like I did last night. There is a 1 acre field between my house and the neighbor's, I could not see my neighbor's huge 2-story home through the heavy rain.

Mom and I are fine, although getting her 82 year old butt out of bed, her robe and her shoes on, then down stairs was fun. Getting her down the precipitous basement stairs was even funner.

With warning alarms blaring I then had to go and collect mom's poodle, who for some reason decided the basement was not where she wanted to be... go figure. The big brave dog had enough dog-sense to get in the basement and stay there. I could hear him whimpering somewhere in the corner.

So there we sat - Two old women, two flashlights, two candles, two books
(like we are going to read while the house is torn from it's foundation) and two whinny-scaredy-cat dogs in the basement waiting for an e-ticket ride to the Land of Oz - fun was had by all.

(can you hear the sarcasm dripping from my words?)

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