I bounced out of work at 8.30pish tonight. Truth be told, that’s actually relatively early for a week that we’re closing an issue. The reason? Nothing fab, I assure you. Nope. Try a damn tornado watch on for size.
Mind you, it’s not like I’ve never lived through tropical storm and hurricane alerts back in NYC. But I gotta tell you, this Midwest weather nonsense is FORREAL. I’m talking thick ass streaks of lightening, sideways rain, u-shaped trees and winds to whip your clothes off.
So err-um yeah, f–k the Quiet Storm, I don’t care what slow jam you wanna put on. This right here is NOT sexy.
*drags blanket, pillows, flashlight & cell phone to the bathtub*