I’ll huff and puff and blow your house down.

Last night was one of the windiest nights I can recall in some time. The house was literally rumbling because of the wind. Before going to bed, I had to go out and tie the Christmas lights to a pole on the porch as they had been half blown off of the roof. As we were trying to go to sleep, a loud crash indicated the BBQ had also fallen victim. Prior to leaving for work, I had to put the grill back together, gather the chairs that had blown off the porch and figure out where the recycle can had disappeared to. It’s still quite windy out, but not nearly as hard as last night. I thought we might wake up in OZ as the winds reminded me of our days in Oklahoma huddling in the hallway under a tornado warning.