We are so getting spanked around by some pretty nifty thunderstorms. In fact, on the Wrath of God Scale, I'll give this one about a 5. Toss in some locusts before lunchtime, and maybe it might jump up to a 6. Right now, though, aside from some pretty hefty 70 mph wind gusts and being pelted with some small hail as I stepped outside to swipe my neighbor's morning paper (mine blew away --FAR away), these storms seem to be much more show than go.
The good news is that I will probably get to play with Mr. Chainsaw and go all zombie-killing Ninja maniac on the downed limbs and branches in the yards of my poor family members. After all, I seem to be the only member of this gene-pool who owns a chainsaw (which is probably a good thing).
Anyway, the power's out and my laptop's battery is slowly dwindling. So, I should probably wrap this up before I blink out of existence.
*UPDATE* --Well, my power's back on, so that's a nice thing. However, after taking a drive through the park down to the beach here, I am going to downgrade this storm on the WoG scale and give it a meager 3, at most. But, we're supposed to get more this afternoon, so it might jump up. I'd like to see a 9 (like Sodom and Gomorra), but we'll probably just wind up with a 4 (raining toads or something harmless like that).