So I show up at my rehab appointment just as the tornado siren is going off and the radio said there’s a tornado on the ground just south of Rib Mountain. Yeah! What do I do now?
Stupid part is people are just walkin’ around like nothin’ s happenin’.
So I run into the rehab class just to see what’s going on. I’m told if I stay I have to go to a room with no windows with all the old people. I decide to go back home…in the direction of the possible funnel clouds/tornado. On the highway everyone is driving about 75 mph and the sky just south of the mountain isn’t looking too good. It was a lovely shade of black and blue.
After I get on the exit ramp the tornado siren goes off again. Instant panic attack. I made it home. Run into the house, gather up the tornado supplies and pups again, and hustle to the basement. Geez, you’d think I’d have all the supplies together in one place by now, wouldn’t you?
Once again grabbing the car keys and checkbook. Like who am I gonna write a check to in a tornado? Downstairs, Aaron’s taking a shower and oblivious to the whole thing.
You know the outcome, we spent an hour in the basement and nothing happened. And of course, another round possible today.

PS. Veggie burgers really suck!