Scenes from the Weekend

Yes, a tornado did hit. Two tornadoes, actually, ages 2 and 4. They had freedom over the house like they've never had before. Their dad and two older siblings were out of town, while their poor tragic mommy mostly slept on the couch with a 103 degree fever (that is what dying must feel like) from strep throat.

I learned a couple of things through my suffering: (1) the human body is an amazing thing, and (2) the husband has no telepathy skills (he was up in the mountains with no cell reception).

In between sleeping, I staggered around, managed to make fish sticks or something for them, and more importantly, took a few shots of the devastation and the proud perpetrators.