Text from my Mother

Mid morning today I get this text. Yes, she is one of those women terrified of storms. I spent most of my childhood in the hall during a storm. Yes, she stockpiled food and water for the Mayan end of the world prediction. But know that we never went to a storm shelter and she now is planning on gifting her food inventory to the food pantry. And let's pray the asteroid misses us, I'm gonna need we to be here at 3:30 so I can get a shower.