Last night, I changed clothes twice because I wanted to wear the perfect tornado outfit. You know, something comfortable, functional, and cute so that if after the tornado if I was interviewed by a local news station I wouldn’t look terrible but like someone who actually fought the tornado in hand to hand combat and won and was sort of messy looking but still somehow adorable. You know, like in the movies.
So, I am ridiculous.
The only saving grace is that I was actually practically prepared with bottled water, rainboots, and a backpack full of supplies. Tornados are no joke.
In other news, it’s Mama Contrary’s birthday so please send her some happy vibes. She deserves them because she raised and continues to love a kooky kid like me. A kid who said things like “I think I died on the Titanic in a past life”, and “I think I am clarsentient”, and “I feel kinda purple”.
Happy Birthday Mom! I love your guts!