Mountain State, dammit. NO tornado. I decline.
I nearly flung my body over our car to protect it from the Hell Hail. Michael felt this was unwise.
|Small and medium hail|
|Holy mother of sweet baby J, we're screwed.|
I didn't get photos of the biggest hail. Michael, once again, felt it was unwise that I went outside during that band of storms. "But the photos!", I said.
"The head injuries! Or your camera!", he says. Smart man to play the camera card.
The storm warnings don't end til 9pm tonight. Until then you can find Voodoo and me in the kitchen..stress eating.