I have issues.
Most people who know me, know this.
Shut up Taressa!
I'm terrified, yet fascinated with tornado's.
Why?
I couldn't tell you, so don't freakin ask.
Tornado watches make my stomach do flip flops.
Tornado warnings (even in other cities nearby) make me want to puke blood.
But at the same time. I want to be that crazy mofo in my car taking pictures of them.
Crazy? Perhaps. Let's not judge.
I'm terrified of a tornado coming in the night.
Which is part of the reason you will never find me sleeping nekkid. Especially now that we live in freakin Oooooooklahoma.
It takes all I have in me not to sleep in shoes & a bra.
I mean seriously. If a twister hits at 3am and you're naked or half naked or wearing some God-awful Spice Girls shirt to bed you're screwed!
I have 3 kids and a dog. They take priority over me putting on decent clothes. I must get them to safety before we go flying to Oz.
If a twister hits, I don't want the only piece of clothing I have to wear for the next week to be a Spice Girls shirt, no bra & faded holy capri's from Family Dollar.
A lesson for you buff sleepers out there. Take this as a warning.
I don't want to see your boobies flapping about as you run around on the news yelling "It was pandalerium!" Put on a bra, wear some pj's and keep some slip on shoes handy and you can thank me. later.
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