so last night

there was a terrible storm in minneapolis. chelleybutton, auto, hobbitsister, and i were at the mall of america, and they made an announcement telling everyone to stop where they were and listen to instructions. apparently no one was sure if this was a tornado or a blizzard, so we had to be very careful to do what they said. the basement of moa is only so big, so only the people who were already near the elevators could go there. everyone else was to go into the store they were closest to, and hunker down there, because, after all, the roof over the concourse is made of glass [since there was no camp snoopy, apparently the glass roof was over everything]. we were to go into the stores to be safe from the tornado, but we were going to be locked into the stores because we were going to be snowed in and they had to keep order somehow.
thankfully we were by the sleep number store, so we had beds and blankets. at least that's what we thought. but no, the snooty lady working there wouldn't let us use them, and then the next thing i knew there were no beds and it was a snooty shop with jewelry and scarves and handbags because they were too snooty to call them purses. we were not even allowed to use the scarves to keep us warm in the blizzard. 'not unless you buy them.' 'i think these are extreme circumstances and the company would let you give scarves to the six of us who are in here.' [because there were two other people stuck in there with us.] 'i can't give them to you.' 'ma'am these are different circumstances.' 'fine, i'll give you 50% off.' that still left them around $60. so we just hunkered down close to each other against a wall.
finally the next day came and we were allowed to go to the bathrooms to clean up. [apparently there are a few showers there - but it was like 4 showers to thousands of women, so we all just decided to skip it.] on our way back to the store to get our purses [the snooty handbag lady had let us leave them behind the counter - so gracious of her] i stopped at the store of everything across the concourse, because i saw craig, the guy who apparently i knew was the one [whether or not we knew each other at that point i can't quite figure out]. he was tall with slightly messy dirty blond hair, widowed, and carrying his beautiful daughter, a chubby cheeked little blonde thing with big blue eyes and her hair in sprigs. she was about 1 1/2 and her name may have been lily. they came back across to the snooty shop with me, then i moa-ed with them for a bit before going back to join my girls. hobbitsister immediately started saying she knew craig first so she had a claim on him. 'um...you're married. you gave up all claims to other guys when you claimed your husband. besides, all it was was that you just happened to meet him first.' then i added [not snottily, more in wonder sounding], 'i'm marrying him, and that's my baby girl.' and i felt this great peace knowing we'd be a happy family and all was as it should be.
and then the alarm went off.