Twister!

It finally rained in Oklahoma.

Now, I know for a lot of you, that's not going to mean much. But to a farm girl, that means everything! It was dry. Dry. Dry. Dry. Again, probably not an issue for the world at large, but in Allyville, that's a big freaking deal.

So it rained over the weekend, and it had been so long since we'd had a good rain that Molly the wonder dog literally crawled into the dishwasher and my dad had to pull her out. I personally wasn't there to see it, but I've seen her hide under beds, tables, and (her favorite) my legs during storms, so it was just a matter of time, I guess, until she worked her way up to dishwasher.

The storms weren't all good, though. Sadly, as there often are in Oklahoma, there were tornadoes. Less than ten miles from my parents' house there were many many farms that were destroyed. Luckily, no one died.

Now, coming from OK, people always ask to hear my tornado stories, but this is the closest any have ever come.

The morale of the story: when building homes in Oklahoma, spring for a safe room. Oh, and if you see lighting on the horizon, close the dishwasher.


Ally