So Saturday evening I’m getting dinner ready, meatloaf and mashed potatoes. Meatloaf was in the oven and I’m peeling potatoes and all of a sudden the tornado siren goes off. My husband comes upstairs and says, “They’re really close, you better come down.” I say, “Just let me get the potatoes on the stove.” Then the power goes out, so I really can’t cook and I go downstairs. About 45 minutes later, all was well, but still no electricity. We used the grill to finish the meatloaf and mashed potatoes. They came out good. The power came on about four hours later- some of my neighbors still don’t have any. We still spent the night in the basement… just in case.

We drove to nearest big city for Mother’s Day because I wanted Olive Garden. I couldn’t really enjoy it because my stomach still hurt from worrying about tornadoes. I swear I will have an ulcer by the time we leave this horrible state. Driving to nearest city, we realize just how close that killer tornado was, closer than I thought. We see the destruction as the storm made it’s path across the highway. Home of the Floating Head sign was crumpled like tin foil. It was really sad.

I want to go home…

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So it’s been a little busy here at the Possum. Husband, Peanut, Moose and I took a road trip back to our home state. It was quite fun. Except for the drive. I can’t drive. I admit it, I’m scary behind the wheel. 22 hours of driving did not make me any better. Needless to say, I didn’t want to come back to this hell hole. I was so happy with my old pals (Thanks for lunch, S. And P, I’ll get you next time. ET, thanks for the coffee). Anyway, I became a sobbing mess when I had to leave my family. My house here in Hicksville is way better than I could afford in Home State, but sometimes I think it’s not worth being away from my family and friends. I feel so horrible that Peanut has to be away from her cousin. They had such a blast together.

Since I had to rip Peanut from her favorite playmate when we moved here, I try to make it up by taking her to different places where there are other kids. The YMCA. Storytime at the library. And for the first time this week, a play group supported by a community group. She had such a good time. That is until she met Mini Hannibal Lecter or MHL. MHL started off by pulling Peanut’s ponytail. I figured he was just curious about her hair. Then he tried running her over with a push toy. Hey, that’s what kids do. Then he bit her. Yes, he BIT her. And not once, not twice but three times. When she first started to scream bloody murder, I figured maybe he pulled her hair hard because I didn’t notice him bite her. Then I went and picked her up and he bit her shoe and I was like “Woah, we have a biter.” I carried her over to a chair and her bit her in the back. By this time MHL’s mother had enough sense to pick him up (though I think she was afraid he’d take a chunk out of her). I still hadn’t realized that a bite was the original reason she was crying until I pulled down her shirt to take a look at the third bite, which wasn’t that bad. The original bite, however, was horrible and almost broke the skin. By now I want to kick this kid in the head, but he’s not yet two and I realize it’s not appropriate. What can you do? So MHL’s mother apologizes profusely and I’m all like, “These things happen,” but what I really wanted to say was, “Does your kid have rabies?” Anyway, she leaves early and I’m wondering if we should go back next week.

I also quit smoking this week. I haven’t had a cigarette since 10 AM last Thursday and there have been no fatalities. I haven’t even been bitchy. Alright, I haven’t been THAT bitchy. I’ve been pigging out and doing a lot of crafting projects. And cleaning… more than usual. I’m pretty proud of myself. Thank you cherry flavored Commit Lozenges!

Now I must go and do laundry. Ahh, a woman’s work is never done.

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Crazy Debbie’s Discount Fireworks…

Proceeds to go to the United Methodist Church.

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Concealed weapons are not allowed in the store.

I’m serious.

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