I spent my first 23 years in Oklahoma, and probably all but six of those months were spent in a tornado watch. It was a way of life, not a thing to get worked up about.
But the second the alarm on my phone sounds a tornado watch in Georgia (where the like to blow the tornado sirens for nothing and fail to blow them for things that matter - like that time a tornado touched down 20 feet from my house...) you bet your sweet bippy I'm digging out the bike helmets and pulling my van into the garage. Gotta protect all my babies! ;)
And because #momlife, I also throw a can of Lysol wipes into the bathroom to clean it while we shelter in place.
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