tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-152329561374460093.post3530706821568740567..comments2023-06-21T06:44:06.001-04:00Comments on my not so extraordinary but always exciting life: when molehills become mountainsAmanda @ notsoextraordinaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04690853822648478297noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-152329561374460093.post-87763522045249383262008-09-18T15:49:00.000-04:002008-09-18T15:49:00.000-04:00Yikes!!! I don't do so well during nighttime storm...Yikes!!! I don't do so well during nighttime storms. I always curl up as close as I can to Daniel and hide my head in his chest. <BR/><BR/>I'm a wimp. I freely admit it. :)<BR/><BR/>Glad no enormous shards of glass punctured your vital organs... That would have been very sad, indeed.<BR/><BR/>-AndreaAndrea@Sgt and Mrs Hubhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02226888560872834473noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-152329561374460093.post-35772382521053343312008-09-16T15:04:00.000-04:002008-09-16T15:04:00.000-04:00We used to have rains/wind storms like that when I...We used to have rains/wind storms like that when I was growing up in Oregon. The sounds are enough to keep you up all night, let alone the thought of a tree branch breaking through the window! Glad you made it through!Laural Out Loudhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07752808766555503042noreply@blogger.com