Toke was apparently named for her habit of getting into her original owners' stash, eating it, and then being totally stoned.

Want to hear weird synchronicity? In college, my roommate and I had a wee cactus we named Toke, and a fern named Chloe. And then 15 years later, I fell in love with a man with a cat named Toke and a dog named Chloe. Weiiiiiiiiird stuff, man. I told my roommate, and she said that we conjured him up. Which is entirely possible.

Oh, that's funny. That's some damn fine conjuring.

Fuckfuckfuck. Big tornado touching down right by where I work and where two of my co-workers live.

Damn, Anne. I hope they're safe. And YOU stay safe!

My mother has decided that my sister and I aren't doing enough to find husbands, so she's creating profiles for us on dating sites.

Thank you, Teppy.

I'll be holding my breath for the next half-hour as this moves through. The words "debris ball" have been mentioned. My neighborhood doesn't seem to be in the line of the worst of it, but it's going to hit lots of people I know.

Anne, hope you are safe. Hil, tell your mother if she is going the old fashioned route of using a matchmaker to find her daughters husbands, she is required to set up a dowry for each of you as well. Part of the same tradition.

Hil, tell your mother if she is going the old fashioned route of using a matchmaker to find her daughters husbands, she is required to set up a dowry for each of you as well. Part of the same tradition.

I'm sure she wouldn't mind. And she's not using a matchmaker -- she's just going on eHarmony and answering the profile questions the way that she thinks we'd answer them and setting up profiles in our names.

Hil, I boggle.

It looks as if my immediate neighborhood will miss the worst of this, but a lot of people I know are right in its path.

Hil, you should have her go on dates for you too.

Anne, I hope everyone you know is okay.