And the thunder rolls...

I admit it, I'm a complete baby when it comes to thunderstorms. I start to freak out at the first appearance of storm clouds. I refuse to drive in any type of rain other than a sprinkle. If it's thundering and lightening, forget it. I'll pull into the nearest gas station and wait it out. Of course, that almost backfired on me when the roof of the gas station got ripped off and fell inches away from my car...but I digress. You'd think that after living in Lubbock for 5 years, and in Ft. Worth for 6 years, I'd be used to tornado sirens and such....nope.

It has been raining here for days. Not sprinkling, not just a summer shower, but torrential rain. Thunder, lightening, tornadoes, you name it, we've got it. I don't like it. Wednesday night, the 80 mph winds knocked down half of the fences in our neighborhood. Scary. You know how tornados supposedly sound like freight trains? I swear I hear a train horn every time it starts to rain. One of the main issues I have with our house is that we have ZERO interior rooms. Damn open floor plan! Even our closets are exterior. If a tornado ever hits, we're toast. Of course, the weather guys just feed my fear since they interrupt all programming to show us how horrible the storms are.

Josh and Kate were supposed to leave tonight for San Antonio, but I convinced him to stay just in case a tornado happened to hit. I refuse to be in the house alone during hazardous weather...if Josh isn't home, I head to the neighbor's house. Of course, our neighbors moved earlier this year, and now we don't know the new people who moved in. They might think I was a bit strange if I showed up on their doorstep asking to camp out in their living room until the storm passes. Oh well, it's bound to happen sometime...probably tomorrow since Josh won't be here and rain is in the forecast again!