So it was a freakishly hot and muggy day in my little corner of creation and I didn't really want to go outside, but darned if I just wanted to sit and rot. So Chad called up and we convened an impromptu (if minor) road trip. Below is me heading to the Casa del Chad:
and here's Chad doing his happy dance at my arrival. The picture doesn't do it justice.
So from Chad's we headed in southerly direction to a mom and pop restaurant down the highway a ways. One of those "Home of the Greatest Burgers" kinda places. We were promptly served by the surliest, most unpleasant S.O.B. that I've seen that wasn't in handcuffs. It was a treat. Local color. And it was the color of poo. Food wasn't bad though, I guess. After that we went to check out the damage a tornado had wrought. It wasn't quite as complete and utter devastation like we had been led to believe, which is a good thing. Still was impressive in that "Mother Nature can kick your ass" sorta way.

And then we headed back to Chad's place, shot the breeze for a while and then I went home. This is the picture I took on the way home:
Don't you feel better now that you know that?

-Joe