Wednesday, February 15
No, unfortunately no, it isn't. As we so jarringly found out a week after we moved here, it is a tornado siren. Apparently, the first Saturday of every month the tornado siren blares. Starting at noon. For two long, ear-splitting, unable-to-carry-a-conversation minutes.
The funniest/scariest part? I had put Kaitlyn down for a nap only five minutes before, and when I realized what it was, I ran up the stairs and bolted into her room to comfort her from the horrendously loud noise, and she was already asleep. And she slept through the entire thing.
It's a good thing I'm a light sleeper, in case it ever goes off in the middle of the night. Of course, I'm praying (as I'm sure my mom is, and any other extended family members) that it never does go off in the middle of the night. I hear it happened just a few years ago, which means my small town has already had its quota of tornadoes, right?