Precious Peeps it’s once again a Petrified Princess posting.
Please Pitty this PITTY because I absolutely cannot take these monster storms any more.
When you are happily watching Pimple Popper and then the TV blurts out this high pitched beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep and the ticker tape tells you the National weather service has issued a tornado warning for the next county Granny switches to Storm Team 4.
We then listen to the lovely Dave Massa as he tell us all to seek shelter and I’m like I got mine already handsome.
The grumpy grey Gizz on the other hand tries to bark the storm away. You should hear him. He is louder than the thunder and then Grandpa screams at him to shut up and it all gets way too noisy for me and I shake.
It’s just awful. When you see what tornadoes can do I may have to emigrate to Ireland where they only have gale force winds!!!!
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