Saturday,
February 24, 2001

Ah, the lovely sound of sirens

Whooee, but it's windy out there. As I may have mentioned before, I had to go into Richardson and test drive my Tacoma (a beautiful truck, and if we already had a vehicle that could transport passengers I would get it in a heartbeat. Unfortunately, the Xtra cab has jumpseats that are only suitable for 5-year-olds and won't even hold a baby seat, which would guarantee that the moment I bought the truck I'd either get pregnant or someone would move in with us. So I'm going with a red Corolla S with manual transmission -- such a hardship).

Part of the test drive was actually performed in spitting rain, which wasn't a problem as the Tacoma can handle foul weather without blinking an eye. However, when I got it back to the dealer and went in to talk with the salesman, the heavens opened and micturated down like a gomer on Lasix. We're talking serious rain -- I haven't seen weather like that since. . .well, since last Friday, to be honest.

But the truly amusing part was the report on the radio that the tornado sirens had gone off in Plano. I'm sitting there thinking, "First her plane gets diverted to Shreveport, then she doesn't get to sleep until 1:30 am, and now she's probably wondering if the world is coming to an end -- what a splendid getaway weekend."

As it turned out, Stacy was in the kitchen watching the miniTV since she couldn't figure out which remote turned on the TV in the living room (this is understandable -- we currently have two TVs and three remotes in there) when she heard the sirens. Then someone came on a PA system and started telling everyone to seek shelter. "I thought, I'm tired and I'll be damned if I'm gonna sit in a dark garage. Let the tornado take me," she said later.

By the time I got home, the weather had improved to the point where it was sunny, warm and sunglasses were not optional. Have I mentioned recently that I love Texas weather? So we hopped in the car and spent a couple of hours wandering around the Dallas Museum of Art, which was a ball because we kept making snotty comments about various pieces of art and cracking each other up. Well, hell, we're supposed to enjoy the experience, yes? And afterwards was a bit of shopping at Target, dinner at the Salt Grass Steakhouse, then movie night at Chez Fletcher West, complete with Tostitos and salsa.

The nicest thing, though, is just having Stacy here. I hadn't realized just quite how lonely I was getting until she arrived, and now I don't want her to leave tomorrow. Yes, I know, I'm a big fat baby, but it's like having a little bit of Chicago here with me, dammit.

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