Ok, I'll admit that I'm the biggest chicken when it comes to storms. I HATE them. So last night when the tornado sirens started going off (or maybe a little before they started going off), you better believe I'm going to start yelling for Chris to wake up, scoop Prestley up and head for the closet. By the time we got everything cleaned out enough to get in the closet, it was pretty much over. I convinced Chris to take a picture of me and Prestley in the closet (during the tornado). Such sacrifice!
