The Miss Universe Pageant is on TV. Hard to believe that somewhere in the world there are women parading around in beautiful evening gowns. Hard to believe that their biggest concern is whether, at the end of the night, they'll get a bunch of roses and a tiara. Hard to believe that I used to sit in front of the TV, fascinated by the spectacle of the living Barbie-dolls.
That little girl that used to be me would've been furious with the Severe Weather Alerts that keep interrupting the pageant to tell us that there are tornadoes on the ground in downtown Fort Worth. She would have screamed with frustration when the TV went blank, as it did just now because the satellite's signal has been hopelessly lost.
The me that is sitting here now actually finds the weather alerts more interesting than the pageant...but is slightly concerned that the power may not stay on much longer. So, I'm going to wrap this up and go join my roomies outside to watch the lightning!
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