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.
Love,
Katie
He's going to sleep in your bed tonight.
ReplyDeleteI'm totally going to call you P.W. for the entire ski trip! And I'm going to recruit strangers to do the same...
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