UPDATE: Sooooo, there were actually TWO tornados that came down OVER MY FREAKING HOUSE. The first was rather skinny and is in the first video and the second was more formed and wider and is in the second.
Yesterday at about 6 p.m., Ripken tried to pull me from lounging off the couch and herd me into our bedroom closet.
I was all like: Dude, cut it out, mommy's trying to watch Ninja Warrior.
And he was all: LOOK, YOU AREN'T DOROTHY AND I AIN'T TOTO, SO GET IN THE FUCKING CLOSET BEFORE WE GET BLOWN OVER THE RAINBOW.
And I was all: Calm down, its just a little wind and rain.
Then Ripken was all: FINE. SUIT YOURSELF, IDIOT. I'LL BE IN THE CLOSET WITH THE SILKIE!
Not an hour later my carpool partner/coworker text messaged us with pictures of the tornado that roared through our neighborhood while the hubs napped with the pug and I enjoyed the antics of Japanese men in sumo thongs laboring through an impossibly difficult obstacle course.
My coworker was on the adjacent golf course when it happened and was able to snap some video from his camera phone. His video was even featured on the local news.
And our neighbor caught this:
But this is the best video and was taken RIGHT BEHIND OUR HOUSE. Sorry about the sideways angle. The personal shooting it chose to go at it sideways:
Tornado in Pearland, TX
And what have I learned from this little exercise in emergency weather preparedness? That Ripken has more sense than I do, and that the Hubs and pug could sleep through a 747 landing in the bedroom.

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