So,
there was a tornado warning... lightning, wind, sirens, the works. Usually I sit out on the front porch and
enjoy the intensity of the storm, but this one seemed more ominous than
most. Thinking I might not want to pick
today to learn to fly, I took refuge in the interior hall of the house. Sitting there, cell phone in my pocket,
looking down at my clothes...
"If I'm left sitting here among the rubble, THIS is not what I want
to be wearing." So I went to the
bedroom and changed shirts. Three times.
Just so you know, when they uncover me from the wreckage, I'll be wearing a royal blue henley.
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