Welcome to middle Tennessee. These bad boys normally don’t pop up until March, but thanks to 70s in January, we were treated with one last night.
Mr. Wilson attempted to wake me up at 3:15a this morning. We sent him back to bed. At 3:30a this morning he tried hubs and got us up and moving. Then the sirens started.
That little pup was trying to tell us, “UM HELLO…THERE’S A TORNADO COMING!!!!”.
Wilson is 5 and from Alabama after all, so this most likely was not his first tornado. He knew exactly what to do, wasn’t scared.
No damage, everyone is fine. Just a scary morning…