Blogtember: Scared Shitless.

It was May 31, 1998 and my mother insisted we go bathing suit shopping. My good friend, Flo, showed up a few months prior, meaning I had out grown the top half of every bathing suit I owned.

On our way to the store, I couldn't help but notice how windy it was. We were stopped at a red light and the street signs were whipping around to the point where I actually thought they were going to come out of the ground and take flight.

I looked at my mom and was all, "Uh, are you sure this is a good idea?" She said yes, that I needed a bathing suit, and to stop trying to get out of shopping for one. Sorry, Lindy, I wasn't trying to get out of anything ...except maybe dying in a TJ Maxx dressing room.

When we got to the store, it was practically empty. All of the employees were lined up at the front window, looking outside with panicked faces. My mom proceeded to drag me to the bathing suit section, despite it being very obvious that a huge storm was approaching.

I don't remember how long I was in the dressing room before the lights started to flicker, but that's when my mother decided it was time to go.

We got home just as the rain was really starting to fall. I was sitting on the stairs next to my mom when the power went out. I could tell my mom was nervous, so I started to panic.

I also started to get a little bit hungry. But...anyway.

The storm eventually passed, and my father went outside to check for any downed trees or damage to our house. He started talking to my uncle (who is our neighbor) (family compound, remember!) and he said there were reports of a tornado on the other side of town.

Soon the tornado rumors were confirmed and we were told that more storms were coming.

So, I did what any 11 year old girl in 1998 would do - I bagged up all my Beanie Babies and parked my ass under the kitchen table. I was freaking out, but I figured if our house blew away, I wanted to go down with all of my favorite stuffed animals.

Needless to say, I survived. And I think Lindy still has all of those Beanie Babies in the attic.

Um, that's it. It took me forever to write this post because I was trés bored with the topic.