ME: "Where's Colton?"

AB: "He's over at Matthew's house making a fire."

ME: "Uh, what?"

AB: "Don't freak out Mom. He just has a magnifying glass and some leaves."

ME: (incoherent spazzing)

AB: "How about I go down there and get him?"

ME: "Yes that would be very nice."

(2 minutes later the door slams)

COLTON: "Hi Mom!"

ME: (incoherent spazzing)

Tim didn't want to pay someone to haul the branches away from our tree-trimming extravaganza.

This is now what the corner of my backyard looks like. (I know it's dark and sort of hard to see, but it's like The Blair Witch Project that way.)

I love the man. I really, really do. But sometimes it's like he's new to this whole Being-Married-to-Katie Thing. Maybe the camo tarp was so I wouldn't see it?

Must. Not. Freak. The F*ck. OUT.

(breathing ... breathing ... breeeeeeeaaaathing.)

God I want a bottle of something. Wine? Maybe cough syrup?

More to come... including Little E VIsits the ER!

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So many of you guys live around here, so you already know we had ourselves a tornado rodeo in southeastern South Dakota tonight. Dicey.

Tim and Colton were at baseball practice - so they holed up at a nearby HyVee - Colton in his HyVee team jersey. Tim said one of the employees said, "Nice shirt." I'm just glad they never read this book or saw the movie. Grocery store? Storm? Unable to leave?

Gak.

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