The phone rings.
It was Elizabeth, calling from her closet.
"Mom, the tornado sirens are going off and I'm scared. Jeannie (the cat) and I are in the closet."
Okay, so that was worthy of me getting up. We turned on the news, pulled all of the suitcases out of our little "storm cellar" (fancy name for 'space under the stairs with a door on it') and prepared to go into hiding. Then I ran and got dressed.
Rick: "Now why on earth did you need to get dressed?"
Me: "In case we have to go outside. I don't want to be seen in my pajamas."
Then I came to my senses. Typically it's wise to stay inside during tornadoes.
But I had some good training. Once back at Warner Bros. there was an earthquake during work hours. Most of us got under our desks. My coworker Juanita and a few others ran for the stairs and headed down to the outside world.
Yeah, that's us... one runs to safety OUTSIDE during a tornado and the other runs to safety OUTSIDE during an earthquake.
I guess all that disaster training we had in our earlier years was pointless.