This. Damn. Weather.
Seriously? I stopped to get gas yesterday morning and the sky was that freaky yellow get-your-Auntie-Em-into-the-cellar color, but I live in a valley, so if a tornado actually bounces down in here, there ain’t no use hiding from it — we’re plain fucked. And I drove home doing the “please let me get inside before this starts” prayer, but all it did was spit a little rain and then clear up. Okay, that’s weird.
Fastly-forward to yesterday afternoon, when ALL. HELL. BROKE. LOOSE. It started with the kind of thunder that actually moves things inside the house, and then this happened:
That’s a picture from The Charleston Gazette (I also took pictures, but I don’t know how to get them off my phone — I’m pretty, not techie). And no, it’s not Cherry Blossom Time — that’s fuckin’ hailstones piled so thick it looks like snow! WTF, Nature?
Suffice it to say, both Callie Jean and I were freaked the fuck out — mostly because one entire wall of our apartment is sliding glass doors, so there’s no where to hide from the Devil Hail. Well, we could hide in the bathroom where there are no windows, but it’s dark and spooky in there. Chuckweasel’s power went out at his place, and I found out this morning they had to close an entire BRIDGE because it had a LIVE POWER LINE wrapped around it. I. Am. DONE.