Shelter from the storm
April 11, 2011
This evening, two minutes after the hail started and one minute before the power went out:
Lance: Hey love? Would you mind riding this one out in the closet with me?
Becky: Ok… [rummage, rummage] …can I paint my toenails in the closet?
Lance: I think we’ll all die if you do that.
We have slight differences in bad-weather policies around here.
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Ha! I would die if I was stuck in a closet with someone using nail polish as well.
And oddly enough, Lance reminds me of my mom in this instance. She sleeps on the sofa instead of in her upstairs bedroom during a storm in fear that a tree will fall on her in the middle of the night. Meanwhile, I sleep like a baby anywhere.
Yeah, I didn’t think the polish thing through. Good thing I married someone sensible. I also thought he was being overprotective about the storm, but then the power and the weather radio both went out, so maybe he had a point.