
Ripe atmosphere for tornadoes today.
I am not pleased.
My worry-mites, however, are ecstatic.
They love to sink their creepy little teeth into doomy skies.
Munch-munch-munch-munch
You can hear the molar gnashing now.
Hope nobody breaks a bicuspid.
Snaggy-toothed worry-mites I could do without.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe