Ask quick as it reached a 100 degrees and high humidity today, Mother Nature got biblical with 50 MPH winds, sideways rain and lightning that scared me so bad I cried like a baby. Ding and I went out to run errands at 4 p.m.-ish and it was overcast and sticky gross hot. Thirty minutes later we got a cell call from Rob who said "get home fast, it's coming." By the time we raced home minutes later, the new white canopy - even with major water weights hanging on all four corners - was destroyed. The lightning was so fierce it was rattling the truck as we sat there watching $300 worth of canvas and metal mash into a ball. Three tables we had out are OK, the Harley appears OK, but Ding's tool bag has two inches of water in it. Luckily, I hadn't yet put our 600+T-shirt inventory out on those tables yet (see, procrastination does has some value). I am camped inside BFT with a brave Thumper and a quivering Bob. I broke out a can of vienna sausages to quell the fear for the four-leggers. Hail supposed to be coming. If wind and elements persist, we will head to Rob and Cindy's.
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