The truth of the matter is I would be a filthy hot mess if I was stuck in a flood. I can barely swim and I would have no idea what to do. I can just imagine myself sitting on the roof of my house with water all around me. I would look something like this
(Although I would probably have my shirt on. Or I might not...depends on the day)
Then of course like flies to mud....would come my knight in shining armour...
And he would paddle by me looking sexy with his perfectly coiffed hair in his canoe and I would be like...
"Anderson! I didn't want you to have to see me like this!"
And he would be all...
And I'd get in the canoe and he'd probably give me his shirt (because to him chivalry is never dead) and I'd try to hit on him a little bit and be like "Do you come here often? or "What are you drinking?" or perhaps the more geologically appropriate "Are you from Tennessee because you're the only ten I see".
And he'd be like...
Eventually my charm, wit, and beauty would captivate him and then (after I'd taken a shower and mysteriously lost the shirt that he lent me) we'd get dressed up all fancy and have dinner. Perhaps with Elmo.
And I'd say "Oh Anderson you're such a card!" and we'd be in love.
I'm just saying...that is one possible scenario.
In all seriousness Nashville is in need of any help people can offer. Considering this is how Nashville looked a week ago
and this is it now.
Keep them in your prayers.