Watching trainwrecks

...It's like watching a trainwreck, really, you can't watch, but you can't look away.

Sigh. I just picked up the kids from an outdoor event. It was about 30 miles southwest of here. On my way there, I watched some clouds roll in. By the time I got there, it was dark. On the way back, the entire 30 minutes in the car with the wired 4-year-olds, it was like I was at a Pink Floyd concert. Lightning coming from south and west. I appreciate a good thunderstorm. And it wasn't raining, yet. So, after we hit our exit and got off the highway, I rolled down the windows. Rather than hearing "Learning To Fly", I get the ringing in of tornadoe sirens.

I rushed the kids in, called Ricardo, told him to stay put and we got in the basement. I got my candles and found a flashlight, and fixed me some Paula Deen cobbler. I'm safe, and if the roof comes off, I'll have a spoonful of delight on my tastebuds. I'm well prepared like that.

I turn on the tv. And 5 of the six channels we have, are telling me to take cover, with meteorologists actually accurate in their claims today. *Truly, if you're good with failure and hitting about 1 for 29, by all means, your career is in meteorology.

It's the sixth channel that has me laughing hysterically. With APOLOGIES for interrupting the game after notifying the viewing area of 2 tornadoes and 1 wall cloud. Be it known, the game, as you see here is never interrupted. And they are getting clobbered. That's all I'm sayin.

Safe in the basement. Giggling at apologies. I wonder if this guy getting sacked will have the same apologies at his press conference. That's how I roll.