Ashful
Minister of Fire
One morning about two years ago, I awoke to find no one in the house. Odd and concerning, as I’m pretty much always the first one to wake.
After hunting all over the house, I call my wife’s cell phone, and she tells me they’re all in the basement. Apparently, tornado watches started going off in the middle of the night, and then they changed to tornado warnings, with a forecast showing them blowing right thru our neighborhood. So, she woke the kids and moved them to the basement sofa.
I began to wonder if she was trying to conveniently be rid of me! But she said she knew I’d have told her to just go back to bed, since it’s a stone house, and she felt better being in the basement.
After hunting all over the house, I call my wife’s cell phone, and she tells me they’re all in the basement. Apparently, tornado watches started going off in the middle of the night, and then they changed to tornado warnings, with a forecast showing them blowing right thru our neighborhood. So, she woke the kids and moved them to the basement sofa.
I began to wonder if she was trying to conveniently be rid of me! But she said she knew I’d have told her to just go back to bed, since it’s a stone house, and she felt better being in the basement.