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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.
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  1. Vanessa KellyApril 26, 2011 at 10:21 AM

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

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  2. e.a.s. demersApril 26, 2011 at 11:47 AM

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

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  3. Joe RichardsonApril 26, 2011 at 2:14 PM

    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...

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  4. e.a.s. demersApril 26, 2011 at 2:29 PM

    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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