Monday, February 28, 2011

When a storm comes. . .

. . .we go up the hill to my grandparents' house and seek shelter in their concrete safe room. Only problem? The room usually sits empty. . .


. . .while everyone stands on the porch getting wet from blowing rain.


Here, I believe they are looking at the radar. Or they are scheming to have loads of fun the next few days while I'm gone. :)



Some of us were still a little sleepy. After all it was only 7am. Quite early in my opinion. ;)

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