I'm generally not this tired at the end of the day. But on this particular day the dog got it right. We had a fire, a flood, and a tornado all within an hour. By the end of the day, I felt like Bandit Rose looked.
It was cousin's day. Tina and I took care of the fire in the bbq grill without the seven children in attendance ever knowing. She had a good idea. Just let the brats cook. It's 400 degrees. Don't worry about putting the fire out.
Then the floods came. Fortunately, Ralph and Tina, took ownership of the water pouring in the house through the window that was not properly affixed. Oh, the problems we could have had - if we were not at home - My computer and camera were sitting on the floor in the flood plain. Ouch.
Then the tornado siren. If no children were present this would have been a warning where the adults would have stood outside and looked up at the sky. But not with children. We hustled the seven children - five of which are five and under down the basement stairs and to our tornado shelter. All was good. They watched a video on the DVD player until we were ready for them to come up.
