Because Underdog Angus surely is not. Remember the psychotic weather I mentioned on Sunday? Yeah, it hit Stage Ridiculous yesterday. The TV suddenly went to the Emergency Broadcast screen and we were given a Severe Thunderstorm Warning. Right Now! We Are So Not Kidding! Run, run for your lives! Aaiiee!!!
Sure enough, within minutes of the broadcast we saw this.
In case it's not clear that's hail. The broadcast warned of half dollar sized, "Holy shit get to shelter immediately and kiss your vehicle goodbye" hail but we didn't get any quite that large. Still, it was large enough to sting if someone were to, oh I don't know, say walk out into it. Just to see of course. Not that I'd know.
Enough fell to give the ground just a hint of Christmas cheer. Now where did I leave my sled?
After the hail stopped it turned into rain. Not the gentle kiss of a warm Summer sprinkling but a torrential downpour that had me thinking of TEOTWAWKI and wondering if the Pirate Ship would actually float.
At least I got to verify that I got the pitch on the porch roof correct. It's supposed to slope down from both roof eaves to that corner. It would have been even better if I'd actually put up the rain gutters so I didn't have The Niagara Falls coming off my roof but you have to find the ray of sunshine wherever you can. Even if it's raining hard enough float lead ingots.
And where was Angus, AKA NOT Underdog, while all this was happening you ask?
"Hey, that's hail. Nobody mentioned anything about hail. I'm not coming out til the bad noise is gone I don't care how many cookies you offer. Piss off."