We're under a tornado warning here right now. Apparently, two tornados have touched down, one ten miles east of here and another fifteen miles northeast. And my mother is freaking out. She has a tendency to exaggerate everything, for one, and freak out at the slightest problem. 

And I know a tornado warning is something to take seriously, but being where we are, tornados, especially violent tornados like you see in Kansas and wherever else, are not common. It's like issuing a rain warning in the desert. But just when I think it won't happen here, it will and maybe I should take cover? I'm definitely NOT going into the basement, if you can even call it that. It's a tiny room beneath the kitchen where we found a mummified cat corpse when we first moved in. I've never been further then the steps and I'm certainly not going down there right now and hunkering down for an hour until the warning lifts. 

Where else are you supposed to take cover during a tornado? Bathtub? Closet? Mr. Jen told me to go into Son's closet with some pillows. Oh wait, he just called me and told me to go NOW. I guess I'll hunker down.