Saturday, January 21, 2012
Growing up in the midwest, we had some colorful weather. Beautiful Autumns, hardcore winters, vibrant springs and brutal summers. With summer came storm season. When I was little, I thought people were saying "Potato Warning." Whenever the sirens would sound, I would run my scrawny ass body around the house shrieking "POTATO WARNING POTATO WARNING!"
To this day, my oldest brother simply addresses me as Potato Warning.