Sittin' in the basement

There's a tornado outside. Okay, well, the sirens are going off. The boys and I are sitting in the basement waiting for the tornado warning to pass.

It reminds me of sitting in the basement storage closet at the house with the pool as a kid with my Mom and sisters waiting for storms to pass. We would play with my Dad's old trucks and a gold car that had a driver that popped out of the seat. It reminded me of James Bond. (Hey Dad - is that a run-on sentence or what?!)

(Side note, our entire lives revolved around which house we lived in....not what year it was....for example...I had my first boy/girl birthday party at the house with the pool. I graduated from high school at the house that had cows in the back yard...)

Okay, now there's a tornado. One confirmed several miles from us.

These are not pictures of a tornado. But instead very funny pictures of what happens when you drive several miles to go to Cabella's to look at tents.

Please don't send me disapproving mail about how I'm not teaching my children properly. I'm teaching them how to properly smile while holding a huge fake green gun that matches your green crocs. Ha. Crocs. He's wearing a Davy Crocket coonskin hat with crocs on. Now that's good humor. You can laugh at me. I know you want to. Go ahead. Do it. I'm laughing hysterically at myself. Either that or I'm about to cry out of sheer terror from the tornado outside my house that is shaking the glass cabinets in the kitchen.

That was once a real bear. No, it wasn't.

Happy Tornado day!