The Weather

Tis the season of tornadoes and hail in the eastern plains of Colorado. We have had the hail, thunderstorms, and tornado warnings. Last night at 2 AM we were woken up by large hail and a tornado warning but no sirens, no sirens no tornado no big deal. The kids and I spent the day helping out my in-laws at the hotel they are managing. Then this afternoon around 3PM when we got home Newt stripped down to his undies with the reasoning of being home and his clothes had gotten wet at Grandpas. We were in a sever thunderstorm watch and the hail started to fall, I told him to put some clothes on just in case we would need to take cover quickly because of the weather. Thats when James (11years old) asked if he should change in to jeans or BDUs. I said whatever you want to wear is fine. He arrived back into the kitchen 5 minutes later with his BDUs t-shirt, camo jacket, and two survival knives, one strapped to each leg. He had it in his head that hail means tornado, tornado means life as we know it ending and our survival as a family hangs in the balance. His survival knives were going to keep us alive and safe until Hugo could be rebuilt. He has grand visions of saving us all from it all, my husband hasn't helped with these illusions. Bill has watched the survival shows and has his own ideas of saving us all when we get helplessly lost in the great wilderness. I just let them all think they will save me, it is what men love, saving the helpless female. We all know who managed to live in the tent in MT for 6 weeks, it wasn't them, and I can make a fire and find food with the best of them and this was before Bear Grylls made us all experts. Well, we will see what this night brings, I think the skys have cleared for the day. Maybe tomorrow James can save me with his wonderful knives of many uses. Love and Peace.