My Business is Your Business

Today: two massive thunderstorms, with actual lightning, not that crap lightning that just lights up the clouds. Two near-power-outages, a great deal of really loud, teeth-chattering thunder, and a car abandoned on a flooded street (not mine). Oh, the glory of it all!

I love, love, love thunderstorms, to the point that it's probably unhealthy. As in, I wish it would thunderstorm every day. I wish for thunderblizzards in the winter (does such a thing even exist? If so, I must be a part of it). I like to hang out in the Rainforest at the zoo, just for the simulated thunderstorm. I even like it at the grocery store when they have the fake thunderstorm over the produce.

I do wonder where my love of thunderstorms comes from-- somehow it seems romantic, or exciting, like I might suddenly be kidnapped by a handsome and well-meaning stranger who takes me to his castle and makes me his love kitten. (This would only happen during a thunderstorm, as it would be highly anticlimactic to be kidnapped by a lovestarved castle-dweller on a hot, sunny day.) Or maybe it's just a break from the ordinary-- sunny or rainy, windy or humid, or whatever, you must admit that a storm really breaks up the monotony.

And I especially love power outages, although they seem to happen less and less frequently. In fact, I couldn't really tell you when the last storm-related power outage I experienced was, although Ashley can tell you how pissed I was when the power didn't go out during Hurricane Isabel, the Lamest Hurricane Ever (I nearly had to fistfight an old woman for the last flashlight in Walmart, and did I even get to use it? No.).

On a side note, I must admit distaste for fully grown adults who act like they're afraid of storms. If my cat can sit through a thunderclap without flinching, so can you. There. I said it.