Dammit, I missed the deep-fried meteorological cataclysm that laid (burp) waste to eastern Tejas the middle of last month.
To see this sort of display of extreme weather, I could become a storm chaser yesterday. All you need is a camera, the local radar on your smartphone and a carload of ketchup, salt, pepper and mustard.
And wet wipes. Lots of wet wipes to deal with the storm's (burp) aftermath.
Obviously, the ideal position to take as an onion-ring storm chaser would have been Wac(k)o, where I could have hunkered down in not-so-safe shelter with a case of Dr. Pepper.
I do love me some Dr. Pepper.
Obviously, I need to pay more attention to the World's Best Weatherman up yonder in Nova Scotia.
HAT TIP: Rod Dreher.