Diana, one of my very best friends, and the mom of my almost four year old twin Godsons, lives in Murfreesboro, TN, not too far from Nashville.
I called them last night, and when they got home she called me back. They're all ok. Baseball sized hail dented the daylights out of her car, but it's all ok, no window/windshield damage. She had cleaned out a hall closet and had plans to stuff herself, the boys, her two dogs, and the cat if she could catch her into that closet if a tornado came up where they are. While I was on the phone with her a tornado had been spotted 30 miles from her.
The boys, bless them, were totally unaffected by everything going on around them. Yukon, her 13 year old Spitz mix, has a lifetime phobia of thunderstorms, and when they got home last night she couldn't find him anywhere in the house. She finally located him under a bed, and once he realized they were home he dodged her heels the entire rest of the evening.
This was the second round of major storms in a week in her area. She is trying to find a job here so she can move them all and be close to us, and I wish sooner rather than later. A couple of years ago a tornado touched down a block away from her and destroyed the entire street. I want her out of there.
I'm very grateful that everyone is ok.