But, is my breath fresh?!

[whiski_sour]

The sirens just went off. I, naturally, go outside. It's not hailing, it's not dark, it's sprinkling, I can see no cloud rotation. The only odd thing is the wind had died down considerably since it started storming. Okay, that is a potential bad sign.

Dad checks the tv, I check my weatherbug. The warning message tells me that it's a radar indicated tornado west of Hallsville going about 40 mph moving east. Fab.

So instead of going to the basement like the tv insists, I go fix my hair and brush my teeth.

I like to be minty fresh and groomed before I'm blown to Oz. It worked for Dorothy.

Warning ends at 7:15. Five bucks says I live.

Comments

[your-empathy.livejournal.com]

Is it wrong that I'm jealous of you and your tornado?

[whiski_sour]

No, it's not wrong, but you shouldn't be jealous. As per usual, it was just a figment of paranoid people's imagination.

[your-empathy.livejournal.com]

Ah yes. I remember that fondly. "Everyone get in your basements!" And then there was a big load of nothing.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_hellfire/]

But after you're blown to Oz, wouldn't your hair be a bit dissheveled?

[whiski_sour]

Dorothy's wasn't.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_hellfire/]

Feh, mere semantics.

[one-more-cherry.livejournal.com]

*chuckles* your cats would've made fine Totos ;-)

WL,
Missy

[whiski_sour]

*snickers* That's very true.