You can never be too prepared....

My hubby, who knows my fear of tornados, called me this afternoon as it's pouring down rain. I mean, terrential down pour of rain. He says, "I don't know if you have the T.V. on or not, but there is a tornado warning out. It looks like the storm is in Ottawa and moving our way."

Okay, got it. Thanks.

Two minutes later the following was in the basement: Ryan's mp3 player (because you can tune in to radio stations, too), extra batteries for said mp3 player and head phones, my purse (because "you never know"), Reece's backpack/diaper bag thingie that always has an extra change of clothes as well as diapers and wipes, a big flashlight.

I left the light on down there and the doors open for easy access.

Sitting right beside me as I work on the computer: small flashlight, my cell phone. And, the window in the office is cracked just enough that I can kinda hear what might be happening outside.

It's at least an hour later and I suppose now that it's not raining anymore and there is really no threat of a tornado I could gather everything from the basement, shut the doors and lights off and go back to normal life.

Am I a freak? Yup. But, I'm a prepared freak....