Warning

Sometime between Sunday night and Monday morning (actually, it was 4:30 in the morning), the tornado sirens started going off. Yeah, tornado sirens. For those of you who have never heard a siren, it kind of sounds like a firetruck, except it doesn't move locations. It took me a minute to come to consciousness to figure out what it was, and then the panic set in. Step one was to get Deg up. Normally, Deg wakes up quickly and is fairly chipper for a freshly conscious human being. However, he'd been up till 4 in the morning the previous night trying to finish his talk for church. (Smooth move, Ex Lax!) He was very VERY out of it, and tried to tell me that it wasn't a big deal. He said the weather service would warn us if it was a big deal. Um... hello? What is the siren about then?!? I tried to explain this to him, but he said that the siren was a bird. Oh man, we were in trouble. Anyway, I made him get up and out of bed and told him to put on some pants and get in the tub (that's the safest place in our apartment). He got out of bed and put on some pants... and then opened all the blinds in the house so he could prove to me that there wasn't a tornado because he couldn't see it. Oh my... the logic is missing. I'm freaking out and praying my face off, running for the 72 hour kits, trying to get Deg to cooperate, while the thunder and lightning rage on, the wind blows, and the hail batters everything around us. Eventually, my friend Monica calls (yes, at 4:30 in the morning, thank goodness) to see if we're ok and to tell me what we should be doing. Eventually, the alarm stopped and everything calmed down and we went back to bed. In the morning, we found out that at least 2 twisters had touched down and 5 houses were damaged or destroyed. Our town didn't see any of this business, but the towns right next to ours sure did. And now that it's over.... our evening seems quite comical. Oh Deg, thanks for making tornadoes fun again. But next time, wake up for reals.