My mother is a funny duck, but I love her dearly. She is a master at making mountains out of molehills. I've learned over the years to take what she says with a grain of salt. You can only run to your grandmother's deathbed so many times before you start to call other people to get the real news so you don't make another needless trip to Arizona because grandma needed an enema.
So eight years ago when my answering machine clicked on in the morning (Before our children were in school our morning rarely started before 10 am. Those were the days.) and the sound of my mother's voice screaming "Get out of Boulder City! There gonna blow up the dam!" I giggled and hugged the pillow over my head and ignored the crazy talk. She hung up and called back. "Mary? Are you there? Are you guys okay? Mary!! Mary!!" I got up and went to the phone. "I'm okay mom, what's really going on??" I rolled my eyes and rubbed the sleep out of them. " Their attacking us! We're at war! Get out of Boulder City, that dam is next, there gonna blow it up! Turn on T.V. see for yourself." This sounded serious so I stumbled over to the t.v. just in time to see the plane dive into the second tower. I dropped the phone "MIKE!!!!" I bawled in horror...
Nope.. I'll never ever forget!
Fire in the Sky, Ozzy Osbourne
