Alternate Reality

Still in the grips of prime hurricane Irene obsession mode, my mother is posting Facebook updates and/or concerns approximately every 8.2 seconds.
(It's possible I might be exaggerating this time frame. Every 10.9 seconds is probably more accurate. *cough*)

So...today she writes that she hopes her windows don't blow out.
[insert eye-roll emoticon here]
Ok. If a trim limb falls the wrong way a window could break.
But nothing is going to "blow out". Her area will not be evacuated. It is unlikely she would even be flooded.

Of course, this isn't the best part.
The best part is that she wrote she is afraid of a power outage (ok)...and that....(wait for it) she remembers "being without electric for years."

Really?
Years?

When was this? That decade during her formative years when the family lived in a remote shack in the back woods of Ohio, and cooked their self-shot squirrel using only sticks and rocks as fuel?

Please.
She was born, raised, and has always lived in a suburban home with full electricity and indoor plumbing.