I'm A Moron (Not Mormon, MORON!)

While everyone down the road was in a state of terrified and justifiable panic, I managed to be blissfully drunk as a tornado ripped through my hometown.

Not completely drunk. Just tipsy. I think. I can't remember so well now.

Dylan was in for a visit. She ran away from home but she's back now. But that is beside the point. The point is we were having a good ole time, drinking wine, listening to the wind blow, wishing the weather was better so we could have been on the back porch instead of in the house. We did notice the trees were kind of sideways but the hubby weatherman said it would miss us, so there we were, unawares of anything resembling the movie Twister. But about 10 miles away all hell had broke loose. We learned about it later that night, in the dark, as most of the county had no power. We set the kids up with Dylan's laptop watching a movie next to the glow of candles. People started calling, checking on us. Supergrandma was out of town, saw it on the news and phoned. Me? I was drunk.

It's not funny. I know it's not. But seriously, what would I have done had it come closer to us? Walked outside and challenged it to a friendly hula hoop competition? Passed out in the bathtub with the children while we waited on the roof to collapse? I just don't know.

I think I've learned a lesson. No more drinking during tornado season.