Nashville is on a tornado warning right now. We live about twenty minutes north of downtown Nashville, in an entirely different area which is not on tornado warning. The satellite pictures on the news show the tornado's path avoiding our area completely. Nevertheless, Candy is in batten-down-the-hatches/Y2K is here/we're gonna die mode.
SHE MADE ME DO A TORNADO DRILL.
I wish I were joking.
In case you were wondering, Candy and I will be congregating in the closet under the stairs if the tornado hits Hendersonville. Never mind that the same closet also functions as storage for Candy's son's belongings, and there's no way that two people could fit in there, squished in with all his junk. How tragic that the broken vacuum cleaner shall survive while I perish.
If the tornado comes, I want to be swept away a la one of those cows in "Twister", only to be deposited dazed but unharmed in an empty field several miles away.
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