Nothing like blogging in the bathtub with a little circulation going on around you. For real. You’ll read this post tomorrow, er today, but at least you know my current writing conditions. Not as bad as the Apostle Paul, I suppose, who wrote from prison, but hey…I feel like I’m in my own little prison. A bathtub. With a four year old. And a seventy pound dog.
Anna is eating her fair share of fruit roll-ups – all a part of the Takle Emergency Tornado Kit.
She has been crying worried about her daddy. “I’m scared of tormadoes,” she said. We talked to daddy to assure her he was okay until the power went out. Now, I have no form of communication with the outside world. I sort of feel like Laura Ingalls from Little House on the Prairie except without the snotty friend, Nellie.
I’m sure John Henry has taken cover with his classmates.
Yes, I am a scaird Georgia peach living in tornado alley.
******Taking a break. Be back soon.*******
I just said a prayer over us. Anna commented that “God is powerful.”
I’m thankful she is being brought up in this thing called the Kingdom.
Okay. Gonna go peek out the door.
******Note here: LONG reprieve taken due to being a chicken little.*******
The above was written around 2:30PM. It’s currently 6:22PM CST. We hopped in our tub another couple of times. Anna ran faster than Bruce Jenner to the bathroom. I suppose the Jenner reference ages me a bit. Ya think?
Here we are roughin’ it.
All is calm on the western front now. Well, at least, the “hook echoes” are out of sight. Kris was quite worried about us. Awww. He does love us.
John Henry was locked in a safe room with several other students for three and half hours. Kris picked him up. When he arrived home, he laid down for a half hour before he vomited all over my favorite down blanket. Good times.
Anna, my up and coming fashion journalist, has kept us posted on weather. She hasn’t taken her eyes or ears off of the news. “The news says the buses are running!” She informed.
“It’s the SIDE of the building! The SIDE!” She later reported.
Not so sure what that was all about, but we thanked her still for being our relentless informant. Move over Rachel Zoe AND Katie Couric. There is a new journaling fashionista in town.
Okay internet peeps. I just sent Kris out for some milk, Jr. Mints, and other emergency items. In the pouring down rain. Love him.
Love y’all.
Mean it.
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