Just call me Dorothy

[oblivietto]

We've got a nasty little squall blowing up here. Ten minutes ago the kids were out under the sunny sky, playing on the Slip and Slide. (see my earlier post about the tropical weather we're having) Then it got dark and blustery and started to thunder, and now - worse - it's greenish brown and very, very still. I'd wager that the civil defense sirens will start any minute now. *sighs* And here I was, about to bake brownies... Time to gather up the pets, the meds, the cash, and the shoes so they're (and there go the sirens) ready to go. So here we go again. Keep your fingers crossed.

Peace, baby
Blusterly yours,
~O~

ETA: The storm has exhausted itself, huffing and puffing and trying to blow the house down. Luckily, it was a dud. Safe and sound now. : )
~O~

Comments

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Yeah! Ha! That was the storm in which you learned the first and great commandment: Take Your Shoes.

And the second is like unto it: Weather phenomena in Iowa is measured by sports analogies. It really matters whether that hailstone that just brained the neighbor is baseball-sized or croquet-ball sized. D'oh. How mortifying.
*grins*

The weather has been WAY beyond bizarre. How can anyone not see it?? I'll send you a vid of the Rumble sometime when I find it, btw. It's odd, even in a world of oddity.