Ummm, holy crap!

No this post has nothing to do with poop, though I could totally take it that way. Hmm, ideas are flowing!

No, this has everything to do with the fact that it's storming outside. So what you say? Storming, that's nothing...

Welcome to a West Texas storm. I literally can not see the houses across the street from us, and we're on a corner, so there are lots of houses to look at. Our street flooded in literally 3 minutes, and our lawn is completely flooded. If I were to open the front door it'd probably come in.

30 minutes ago I was mocking several people for canceling the father and sons outing because of inclement weather. Apparently God wanted to prove me wrong.

Hey honey? You're not going camping in this tonight...sorry. Even though you were just going to sleep in the back of the Suburban anyway, I think the Suburban may float away with you in it...You're welcome to set up the tent in the family room. It's raining in here too, just not flooding. And you can use the fireplace for s'mores, plus the chili for the chili cook-off smells a little too good to send it away.

Nevermind, Shane just called, we're under a tornado warning...that makes all the sense in the world... enjoy these lovely photos whilst I gather my children in a protected corner of my house.

Just kidding, kind of.