I turned on the news, and this was my view. The picture came out blurry (grrr iphone), but our house is dead center of the red square. I took a picture and sent it to Terry, and within 2 minutes it went from sunshine and happiness to power out, limbs down, torrential rain, and me hunkered in our Hall Bathroom calling anyone I could in the area to see who had power and tell me if I was going to die.
When I got the all clear that tornado danger had passed me, the hail started. It sounded like 500 people were aiming for golf swing target practice on our roof. I went to the front room window because they were coming down on the back windows too hard where I was scared it may break on me to catch the action.
Then I went out on our front porch and grabbed a few that had bounced up close. There were so way larger ones out further in the yard, more like tennis call size, but I couldn't get to them without risking getting knocked out in the process.
In the grand scheme, we made out pretty lucky. Two of my coworkers live about 5 miles north of us, and they had softball sized hail and fully shattered windshields. Yikes!! What craziness through for a random Saturday afternoon.