Ok, so there was weird weather yesterday, as everyone in Wisconsin knows.
What not everyone knows, is that Mama is TERRIFIED of tornadoes. And thunderstorms. And hail. And the threat of those things made me into a little 8 year old girl, who runs crying to her daddy.
Which, of course, I did. I blamed it on Buddy being "freaked out and possibly having a panic attack", but my father saw right through it. Direct quote: "Are you sure it was Buddy who was scared, dear?"
Yeah, I'm a wuss. And we didn't even get any bad weather, just a threat of bad weather. There wasn't even really any rain. Hah.