Last night after I braved my first tornado siren in the new house (more on that story of crazy tomorrow) I ventured back upstairs and turned on Saturday Night Live.
During the commercial break, a severe weather tornado alert came on and the weatherman told everyone in the county above us to take cover immediately.
Then he said "We'll be back with our tornado coverage in the next commercial break so that we don't interrupt Saturday Night Live."
Um, you know what Mr. Weatherman? If a tornado is headed for my house and the situation is such that you feel the need to tell people to take cover immediately then please INTERRUPT SATURDAY NIGHT LIVE.
Really? Really, weatherman?
Do you know how I DON'T want to go out? Laughing at Weekend Update.
Seth Myers is a cutie but his face is not the last thing I want to see before a tornado throws a cow through my window (I saw Twister, people) just because you didn't want to interrupt SNL.
I have enough issues with my tornado anxiety as it is, weatherman. I trust you to tell me exactly when one is coming for me, not to wait for the next commercial break so that we can watch Andy Samburg rap about being on a boat.
Really.
