Late February and early March signal the start of the Spring storm season here in Tennessee. To celebrate this occasion, the hubby and I did the only logical thing... We spent the better part of the evening watching the weather reports as the first batch of severe weather roared through our state.
Send help or a walker. A ninety-year-old woman is trying to take over my body.
The real reason I enjoy watching the weather is to listen to all oddly-named towns that dot our fair state. My favorites from last night: Goat City, Bumpus Mills, Sweet Lips, Defeated and Difficult. Quality entertainment like that is hard to find.
I also get a kick out of our local weather people. If I had a dollar for every time I've heard the words, "Go get in your safe spot," I would be a rich woman.
They also seem to have an uncanny ability to state the obvious. "It's raining four inches an hour. Now what that means is that if it rained for an entire hour, we'd have four inches of rain." Thank you, kind weather person, for calculating that tricky math problem for me.
The truth be told, I am fascinated by the weather here in Tennessee. Where else can you get torrential rains, sweltering heat, tornadoes, blizzards, high winds, frigid temperatures, flooding... all in the span of a few short months.
The only downfall to having stormy weather, other than the destruction often left in it's path, is that it somehow ignites a desire to be outdoors in our water hating dog, Brick. Just last night, he insisted on going outdoors during an especially heavy downpour.
Don't be fooled. The crazy dog wasn't heading out for a quick bathroom break. He merely wanted to drink rainwater from a bucket that the boy had left on the back patio. Which, of course, made perfect sense.
Why would the beast drink water from the five gallon dog waterer in the house when it is so much easier to brave hurricane rain and 70 mph wind gusts to quench his thirst outside. Our dog is smart like that. Thank heavens for ShamWow.
After laughing until our sides ached, the hubby and I headed off to bed. There's nothing better than being lulled to sleep by the sound of rain against the windows. Don't you agree?
What is your favorite thing about the local weather forecast?
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My favorite thing about local weather forecasts is the ominous theme music and flashy graphics for the big storms. Then, they post 10 reporters at various major intersections. All of them pick up the snow and show us smart people at home how powdery or wet it is, depending.
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