So it's storming like crazy here in beautiful NOT-Sunny Southern California and it's raining so hard it's like a solid wall of water and the wind is gale-force. So I decide I have to go out on the front porch to watch the storm and I'm standing there thinking to myself Damn, this is some intense storm and my cellphone rings. It's TheManTheMyth and he asks what I'm doing and I tell him I'm standing out on the porch watching this killer storm and he tells me to get my ass inside because it's not just any storm, there's a tornado heading this way and I'm all No way! and he's all Way! So then I get a text from Thing 2 telling me that the high school is on emergency lockdown because of a tornado and of course I have to run to the end of the porch that looks toward the ocean because I'm an idiot and I'm trying to spot said twister and then the lightning and thunder comes and I'm all Never Mind.
Seriously, we live maybe 3 miles from the ocean and we're getting tornado warnings. Not tornado watch; warning.
I better not see some green-faced hag dressed in black go flying by my window on a broom.