Hmm...maybe it won't pinch! 
Still not so sure! Courtney can have it!
While we were at home, Jason kept going outside between spells of 80-90 mph wind gusts to check out what was happening in our yard. Luckily, no trees fell on the house, but our iron gate attached to brick columns fell over and broke. Our fence was pushed over as if it was built of lincoln logs or matchsticks. We lost a few shingles, too.
By Thursday, my mother had utilities up in Liberty, Mississippi, so we headed north. Then, at about 11:22 that night, I got the most wonderful text message that I had seen in ages, "lights on, come back home." My neighbor had sent it!!! We finally made it home Friday afternoon. I have never been so exhausted in all of my life. I am still exhausted. Jason, Madeline, and I went to bed at around dark on Friday and slept until close to 10:00am Sat. As Dorothy says, "there's no place like home." Madeline was a trooper during the whole ordeal. All she knew was that a "hernicane" (a word she coined to mean hurricane) had come and knocked out our lights. During the hernicane and the aftermath, we played a lot of games by candlelight and we built things out of lincoln logs.
