WATCHING CABLE OR TORNADOES?

Which would you prefer?
Well, if you happen to live in West Texas, you actually do have a choice.

Monday night just happened to be the first time for this year that we had to go into the root cellar (not wine cellar). Let me tell you right now, it is not fun! Especially when you've got 2 shoulders, 1 knee and a hip loaded with metal. In the first place, you sure as hell don't want to be struck by lightning, second it's a funny sight watching someone sooo loaded with extra ammo
go down and back out of the damn cellar and still try to act and sound lady like!!!!!!!!!!

I'm gonna confess to you guys the reason why I was so upset. For weeks now, I'd been savoring a delicious steak. Two days before, I get myself to the grocery store and pick out some really good steaks.


So, Monday, dad decides to do the yard. I go out and check on him regularly and he is really getting down big time. He finishes the yard and weed eating, and jumps over and continues to ride the mower on about half acre around the house. That's when I decide to take out the steaks. He's been out there all day and I decide to grill the steaks, do baked potatoes, and salad for an early dinner, so he can shower, eat and chill the rest of the evening.

I started the steaks, and it was still very nice outside. Actually it had been nice all day. About 5pm, Cindy calls and tells us to watch the weather cause she had just seen on TV where we were under a TORNADO WARNING! " Yeah, Yeah, Cindy. I'm trying to finish up dinner here, don't have time to play around." She tells me to turn the TV on to watch the weather. I do. You should of seen me go. Boy, I rushed out to tell dad about the storm. (he was already opening the cellar door and watching one of the tornadoes drop down and then back up into the clouds about 2 or 3 times.

You know me. I have to eat! What if this was gonna be my last meal? There was no way I was going down the cellar without at least one bite, well, maybe two or three bites out of my steak.
We decided we had time to eat right quick, since by now it looked like the clouds had moved over us. We swallowed our meal (cause really neither one of us remember chewing on any of it).

By this time, our weather radio went off, and the local scanner was telling everyone to take cover. I actually had to go down in reverse, taking about one minute per step (about 8 steps down). It's a good thing about these scanners and cell phones, you know exactly when it's gonna hit you. All the time we were down there, I kept thinking, 'next time I'm bringing my movie camera'. Time to get out. Again here I go up (in reverse). With each step, I had to lean on the cement wall and push myself up. It was more painful going up than actually going down.

The tornado looked really scary. A little damage in town, but no one hurt. Dad says we have to do a couple of dry runs into the cellar. I agree. I'm going into town later and get me some material so that I can finish up my spiderwoman outfit. For the next time, I guarantee, I'LL FLY DOWN THE CELLAR!!!!!