So remember the last time I was here, and I posted about the hurricane coming, and I was all excited because it was going to be so much fun and stuff? Well, it came - but it wasn't actually fun like I thought it was going to be. To start with, Natalie's mom decided that she wanted Natalie to stay at home and not come sleepover my house like we originally planned. I overheard my mom tell Natalie's mom on the phone that Natalie could stay with us for as long as she wants in case trees go down and Natalie's mom couldn't come over to get her the next day. I guess Natalie's mom got a little freaked out by that and decided to keep Natalie home. Thanks Mom!
Then, as soon as the storm started, Mom made us all go to the basement. She had it all set up - the TV was on and in the corner, and then on the other side of the room was a big air matress for her and Dad. My sleeping bag was set up next to Doogle's. Yeah - I moved that asap. Then she had all the supplies. One table for candles and flashlights, a table for water and other drinks, a table for paper products, and a table various other food stuffs. Not to mention the fully stocked metal shelves with everything we could possibly want. I saw our old camping stove in the corner, too. I'm sure Dad just couldn't wait to fire that baby up. I wonder if he knows you're only supposed to use that outside? Sparkles (he's our dog) kept jumping all over everything. At least one of us was having fun. I think Doogle thought it was goin to be fun too, until he realized that the TV was so that Mom and Dad could watch every second of the hurricane coverage and not so that Doogle could play video games the whole time.
Oh well - it didn't really matter anyway, because the lights went out almost immediately, and Dad finally got to turn on that old battery radio that's he's had forever. I asked Mom why we couldn't just go upstairs since it was still daytime. Then we could at least see by daylight. Mom said she was worried about trees hitting the house and the windows breaking because of the wind. Well I guess that made sense, except then I started worrying about all that stuff and I started to get scared. It didn't help that we were sitting in the dark with just a couple of candles. We had enough to light up the whole room, honestly we did, but Mom was afraid we'd run out, so she only lit two small ones. We weren't even allowed to use the flashlights. Those were for if we had to use the bathroom (which thanfully was in the basement and still working).
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