So I get to come home to storms and what looks like is going to be superiorly NASTY weather.
Before I forget though, driving home from Papa's (thank God for the break on the drive back), I had to take a nice, scenic detour down Texas Chainsaw Massacre road thanks to some inbred butt hawk that decided to move their swap shack. Not kidding, I'm driving down LA8 to come into town, and there's a cop car blocking the road, and, what's that wide load? I stop to talk to the officer (who was nice and funny as hell), who tells me "Want a free house? You can have it if you can get it off my road". He then tells me the alternate route-a 30 mile detour-down a road that I'm sure was used for Texas Chainsaw Massacre.
Back to the weather-UGH. If I could throw something at the clouds, I would. I love rain storms, but I HATE tornado weather like Sunnis hate Shiites. The wind got up enough sent a few trash cans dancing down the street and the kid's wading pool flew up under the Suburban. Ryan ran to throw it in the garage and put up our camp chairs in off the porch. Ominous?-as he was putting one of the chairs up, Bucko's music truck played the Wicked Witch theme. Creeeeepyyyyyy.
Storm's fixing to roll in full force, I can see it coming in over the hill, so I'm gonna jump off here and watch it roll in.
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