Don't leave a voicemail, seriously.

Hey remember when I was interesting and didn't just post about the weather? THAT WAS A LONGASS TIME AGO.

The tornado sirens just went off and I went completely mental. I'm not used to this bullshit, guys. The entire CONCEPT of having a TORNADO SIREN just boggles me.

So the siren goes off and the news has all been about disaster porn the last couple days and I LOSE MY ENTIRE MIND.

I grabbed the cats and literally tossed them down into the basement then woke up the dogs and ran down stairs.

I had my phone in my pocket and my aunt called me and was like "Don't freak out, there hasn't been a touch down, it's just a warning." And I'm like WHY PUT THE SIRENS ON FOR A WARNING IN THIS WEATHER??? I think she might have been lying to keep me from crying myself to death.

The cats are currently huddled on my lap wiping their nasty wet noses on my exposed flesh in thanks for trying to save their lame asses.

I guess I now know my priority in a disaster is to save my ungrateful pets before myself.

I know they're ungrateful because otherwise they'd stop rubbing their wet noses on me.

Welcome to the apocalypse.