We had quite the hail storm the other night. Archer spent the evening in my lap with his hands over his eyes telling me how scared he was. I'm not sure if it's genetic environmental phobia or if we've done something to make it happen but my phobia/anxiety response to thunderstorms has apparently been passed down.
These hail stones left some big dents in my father's truck hood. My car has a few small dings, but nothing major. (Like Dimples over at Nobody's)
This is also nothing compared to the hail storm OKC had that knocked the windshields out if most cars that weren't under some cover this spring.
I hate storms.
1 comments:
yikes! my husband says that the hail that hit Dimples was softball sized hail, and to be honest, i had a hard time believing him. then i saw this picture, and i realized it might actually be possible.... as totally awesome and cool as i think you are, i won't ever be moving to OK.
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