Thursday, June 21, 2012

Holy Mother of all Tornadoes

OMG my sleepy little boy, while you were napping and Mommy was napping, daddy was awfully quite.


I'm gonna preface this photo the way Daddy prepared me for it: "I'm going to clean it up, don't freak out, I'm just organizing it."
Look at that! Specters came from beyond the grave to look at it!
Or maybe they just got here early to visit with Daddy after I KILLED HIM.


I didn't blink breath or pump blood through my body for about half a century and then it got bigger:






And BIGGER


And then Mommy had to go sit down and eat a tub of cool whip.


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