Monday, January 31, 2011
the SNOW will EAT US
at 8:54 AM
My mom sees things differently. Always a keen studier of the weather, a storm like this one sends her into a planning frenzy. Here's the deal. She might be right. Possibly. And I can't ignore her concerns, both because she might be right, and because God pays attention to who is listening to their MAMAS. And if there is one way to get the Big One dumped on Missouri, right on my house, it's to wave off the concerns of my mom. So I'm listening.
Thus, I am off to buy sandwich stuff and water and firewood and matches and such. Then the storm will probably pass us by. But God will know.