The land of Oz...

The Emergency Broadcast System just announced possible tornado weather for my county. The EBS advised me and my children to seek shelter in our basement--under a work bench--until the weather passes. Well blast-and-drat I don't have a basement--or a work bench. If we had a basement I would be huddled there in an instant. You see, the wind is whipping past our windows (on the third floor) at top speeds. I am expecting to see a hen house or Miss Gultch zip past any minute.

For now, my emergency preparations will have to consist of changing out of my pajamas and into jeans. If our apartment gets sucked up and I land on a witch I don't want the Munchkins thinking less of me for my pink-striped pants.

See you in Oz.

A little peek at a typical evening in the Anderson House...

Lorien trying to finish the very long book she chose for her book report. Yes, she is in a Snuggie and yes, she is sandwiched between the trash bins and office stuff.

Wyatt, finished with his homework, spends some time fighting aliens on the computer.

Clare, making cards for potential pen-pals. Will you please write to this girl? She wants to get a piece of mail so much!

Adell squeezes in some time with Baby Einstein--trapped on the couch so Momma can...

Try and get dinner made and on the table.

So goes a typical evening at our house.