All this talk about tornado's reminded me of something. When we first moved here from California we didn't take storms too seriously. Daddy BB doesn't yet. On one particularly gray cloudy night we were relaxing in our hot tub together watching the clouds go by. The sky was looking pretty eerie and threatening and the wind was picking up. My husband drove trucks forever, there are two things he is a dead ringer at, guessing speed and weights. I asked him," Honey how fast do you think those clouds are going"? He looked and said about "55 miles per hour".
"Really? Do you think we should be out here? Maybe we are having a storm." I said.
Mr. Conservative about weather and anxiety said, "Yep, we better go in".
We turned on the weather channel and they were filming so close to our house that every time they showed a picture of the sky, it was a match to the view out our window. within the next few minutes the sky was BLACK. A tornado was traveling right by our road and hit on the other side of the freeway. I had crawled under Daddy BB's desk and was absolutely askeared to death. It was a humdinger. That was the last time we were caught with our pants off in a storm.