Ohhh, it feels so wonderful to be in the company of such worthy heathens!
Pass the face paint my way!!
The first ten years of my life I grew up in Iowa and while I do remember lots of big boomers and lightning and even tornadoes, I think I became desensitized to those wonders when I moved to California. As both Calamity Jane and Osso have pointed out, we never got many there. At least not the same quality. The oddest thing though, shortly before I left California last month and moved to Oklahoma, California had a record 9 confirmed tornadoes and the funniest part was that it took the weather forecasters sometimes several days to figure out that it was indeed a tornado! Swirling masses of funnel clouds that touch ground and leave destruction along their path could have given them some clue, but I think they just hated to admit that real tornadoes can hit California.
Oklahoma now on the other hand.....Yeowza baybee!! A storm the other night felt like the paparazzi was outside with the endless and overlapping flash after flash after flash. The air crackled and sizzled and the booms shook my whole place! It was exhilarating!! The possibility of tornadoes on the other hand DO frighten me a lot. My younger years in Iowa never had Doppler Radar or sirens to forewarn. Now, instead of just waiting for dad to tell us when it was time to head for the basement, we can watch it all coming on both the computer and the news.
Save a dance or ten for me, Set. I'll come out and play!