This Seems Familiar

A little before 8:00 p.m. last night, I noticed it was darker than normal outside, and the sky had a funny tinge to it. So we turned on the TV and sure enough, the radar was lit up like Christmas. And then the local weather guy said those dreaded words.

"Tornado warning."

"Hail".

And we were right in the storm's path.

While the kids and I watched the TV report, my man went out and watched the sky. And found a huge padded piece of vinyl or plastic or something in the garage and covered my van. He didn't bother with his, since it is finally scheduled to go in on Monday to get the dings removed from our March storm. (Our roof hasn't been fixed yet either. This is precisely why we haven't been in a hurry.)

A couple of tornados briefly touched down about a mile or two on either side of us. And the hail was relatively short-lived and only the size of large marbles or quarters. No golfballs at our house this time.

But I bet a few folks in the neighborhood with their brand new roofs were cringing.

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