Hey, you know how some talented bloggers carefully craft each blog entry as if it were a column and each piece is a feature that can stand alone and be enjoyed time and again?

I'm not one of them.

I thought you should know that.

We didn't get blown off the face of the earth yesterday, sorry to leave you hanging.

I work in a lair, and I can't always tell what's going on outside, so when I went up for daylight and heard the tornado sirens blaring and my pager telling me to "seek shelter" and it wasn't Rolling Stones lyrics, it got my attention.

Since my lair is the most secure place on the planet, seems that when the place is locked town in disaster mode, the "safe place" is right outside my office.

So, imagine my surprise when I returned to said office to seek shelter, there were 100 or so people right outside my door.

I kinda felt bad that they were all sitting in the hallway on the floor and I was returning to my office of luxury.

I have 6 guest chairs, so I briefly thought about holding a drawing for 6 people to win a seat inside my office, but I thought better of it when I realized I needed to use Twitter try to find live streaming weather reports on the Internet.

It turned out that though the weather was pretty danged bad, the tornado sirens were activated in error.

Premature Activation.

It's real and it affects tens of people each year. We can help.

Disaster mode was all good except for the restroom part.

Longtime readers will know that the bathroom situation at my workplace is less than optimal, and it's a whole new feeling to have 100 people able to hear you in the bathroom from the hallway.

So, we just waited for the storm to pass.

Twitter was actually kind of handy in tornado mode.

As I said, I don't have windows and it was hard to know what was going on, but Rex and Slarti both work in the area and gave me some updates.

I was most anxious for the storm to pass because I was supposed to have lunch with Bluegrass Mama.

By the time it was time for me to meet her, the storm was gone and it was a beautiful day.

We've "known" each other for a long time, and it was fun to finally get to meet her in person, we didn't even have to get our axes out once.

It turns out that "axe murderer" is a common joke when bloggers meet face to face for the first time.

We had lots in common, including the blasted teens going to the movies thing, so we had lots to talk about much to the waitress's chagrin, I think.

Speaking of axe murderers, I was kind of wishing for one last night to put me out of my misery.

Since nothing says, "Happy Spring!" like tornadoes and resulting 50 degree weather, I selflessly volunteered to miss Busy D.'s 8am soccer game to stay home and clean the house for Shaniqua's Confirmation party.

And, by "cleaning", I meant "blogging", but it might be possible that Busy Dad didn't hear that part.