I am writing from the comfort of the bathtub. Some would call this hot place my safe room. I know that there is no way I would want to be caught dead in here...get it caught dead. I slay me.
Interruption: I hate the sound of exploding transformers. There is nothing more violent and reckless sounding.
The good news is that I am not at the Texas Ranger's game. I cannot think of a worse torture than being stuffed into back hallways for an hour.
In the last hour we have had 4 separate sirens go off. There was damage on the main road that leads to my house and debris looked like a flock of birds outside. The sky has been swirling nonstop.
The rain and hail are back. I think I will have to say goodbye. Take care everyone!