You're all about to die.
Yes, folks, we finally got our Weather Alert radio yesterday. I ordered it from Amazon on Wednesday night after another chastising from The Mrs. about how there was a severe thunderstorm warning that she wouldn't have known about had she not been obsessed by the weather and thus checked AccuWeather.com every 15 minutes all day long. I paid loads extra for the overnight shipping.
It arrived Saturday. It started out in Phoenix, then for some reason decided to go to L.A., where it sat for a day in "extreme weather delay," and then came to Denver, and finally Fort TomCollins. I set it up last night, and oh goody today at 10am we got our first extreme weather alert! It started beeping and flashing lights in a fabulously annoying way that goes on for 5 minutes or until you go over and push a button which prompts it to tell you what the trouble is.
Flash flood advisory from 2pm until 8pm. So we got 4 hours advanced notice.
Of course, The Mrs., who is obsessed with weather and therefore hits AccuWeather.com every fifteen minutes all day, knew about it at about 9am.
I've been making The Mrs. paint the schoolroom as punishment for her transgressions. She is a maddeningly slow painter, but seems to do a pretty ok job, quality-wise. It's been nice, cuz I get to do what The Mrs. normally does while I'm slaving away.
That means every 2-3 hours, I put a load of laundry in the wash, and then I turn on a DVD for MaxieC and take a nap on the couch. Then, when I wake up, I make sure to complain about how messy the house is, and how I just never get a chance to tidy up such a big house, what with me having to watch The Childrens all by myself.
However, I got a bit bored with all the napping, and The Mrs. started whining about she wasn't sure her wet edge cutting ability was up to snuff for a tricky area around the window seat, so I broke down a did some painting this afternoon.
Whew. I think I need a nap.