As usual, we slept through the tornado Friday night, or tried to. It was also a horribly noisy thunder storm all night into the early morning hours. No trees down on our street and no hail or other events to speak of other than rain and a lot of electricity in the air.
Saturday, we listened to the weather forecast and storm tracker reports during the day while running the usual morning errands. Saturday night, I had a lovely time with the girls at pitbullpotpie's house, watching movies, comparing breast sizes, talking about men, wearing pink and white bunny ears, drinking very sweet adult beverages whipped up by our hostess, eating Chinese food, and petting furry creatures.
Today, we cleaned house and received our first visit in the current pad from The Queen (my Mum). The cat hardly woke up to notice a new person in the house, sleeping stretched out in the sun most of the day. We walked around the house, showed her what we were up to, had lunch, and discussed gardening and cooking and my brother's family.
Purple Punk Rocker from Atlanta, Georgia. Now just a faded Goth Ghost in High Point, North Carolina. Missing my old haunts while looking for a new one.
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