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Mare's tails and mackerel scales make tall ships take in their sails.....

U is for Under.....

As in Under the weather, though not the 'under the weather' that most people associate with being sick---

Tonight, we were literally under the weather, under the attack, assault and destructive force of nature's pressure valve, weather.

I hadn't intended to write a post on 'Under', and most assuredly hadn't intended to write a post on weather, but, after the events of the evening, today's post practically wrote itself.

Tonight we were--

Under a severe thunderstorm warning
Under a flash flood warning
Under a tornado warning

Not sure who was more inconvenienced tonight by this dreadful weather, my associates and I because of the threat of working without power, or our customers who didn't like their shopping cut short by my insistence that they either leave or take shelter with us--- as in, they were no longer allowed to browse at their leisure, regardless of the approaching twisters.

I think we've been 'Under the weather' long enough.... this area's had more than its fair share of rough weather lately and it appears we have a bit more to endure tomorrow as well.


  1. I had heard there were some pretty serious storms in Arkansas and immediately thought of you glad you are safe

  2. Aw, thanks girl! Yes, we made it through last night... but, we still have today to fight through....

  3. Hope you're keeping your feet dry.

    I was in St. Louis when the twister dropped in. Well away from it, though.

    I've sat through one. That was quite enough...

  4. Yes...both feet are dry :-)

    Unfortunately, I've lived my entire life in some part of tornado alley, so I've sat through quite a few---- you think I'd learn to move somewhere outside of the alley....


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