Last night, the tornado sirens went off. Being unfamiliar with such Midwestern devices, we weren't sure what to do.
After a while we decided we probably should stop looking out the windows at the huge hailstorm and head down to the basement.
I grabbed Yahtzee.
(Not our 72-hour kits, not our priceless possessions, nor our scriptures.)
Does that mean I'm a bad person?
(FYI -- Shortly after heading into the hall, the sirens stopped. Apparently the tornado never touched down and the storm quickly moved out over the lake. So we never made it to the basement ... or got a chance to play Yahtzee.)
4 comments:
the funny thing was that after the tornado alarm went off we could only see things in black and white, mrs. dub suddenly spoke in an annoyingly high squeaky voice and there were large people in monkey costumes everywhere. i can't explain it but i promise it happened.
Nice hail. I don't think that it makes you a bad person, just opptomistic. If you going to die you might as well go out playing.
Is sheba our middle sister? I can't seeme to get to her blog. since you are the blog master maybe you could post a link on yours so that i can get to hers. thanks FHP
I think you made the right choice. I probably would have taken Connect Four or Backgammon, though I do love Yahtzee. Too bad your next door neighbors house didn't get moved three miles away. That would have made an awesome story to tell your grandkids...
is the whole 92 hour kit a new directive from headquarters or is that a certain bishop being overzealous? i'm thinking the later until i hear otherwise. and if 72 hour kit is rendered useless because of said change then i can finally dig into that beef jerky i've had my eye on. mmmmmmmm beef jerky.
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