Well, that was a lot of fun

Nothing like a tornado to spice up an otherwise dull day.

We have escaped unscathed, except that MaxieC ate my whole bag of potato chips. The Mrs. hustled The Childrens into the basement prior to lunch (tornado passed through town a few minutes before noon), and the only food down there was the bag of potato chips that I munch on while blogging at the bar, and popcorn. Without electricity, she was unable to will the popcorn to pop.

I'm glad they forgot about my martini olives.

At about 2pm, shortly after I arrived on the scene, they're all whining about being hungry but were unwilling to leave the basement. So I went upstairs and grabbed the peanut butter, jelly, and bread. There was great wailing and gnashing of teeth about how I was unnecessarily exposing myself to imminent death, but I had been following the tornado online at work and knew it was 30 miles north of us by then, I had just driven home through largely sunny skies, and there were news helicopters and camera crews all over the scene (we have a two TVs with satellite at work in the cafeteria now - my The Company has become completely soft - and they just put in what looks like about a 60-inch plasma with a Wii). I figure there couldn't be that bad that I'd get killed going for a 1 minute jaunt to the kitchen.

I was right.