Us'ns here in Texas like to get as many uses out of our things as possible. Point in case... the baby swing. We have had this swing since Holton was a wee lad. It spent a couple of years in the tree and has now been moved to the picnic table. It was in mourning b/c it had been replaced. But oh no, not for long.
You see, this swing is a great "Hey babe, I want to get some of that hail out of the yard" tool. And thus we did. I was all for Russ entering the stormy depths of the yard... but I didn't have it in my schedule that evening to drive him to the ER in case he got nailed with a hail ball upside the head.
Enjoy!!
In all seriousness, this was some CRAZY HAIL like we had never seen. Cars in our area looked like an ex-girlfriend got mad and smashed the smither-eens out of them (reference Footloose).
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