The entire Atlanta metro area has a nasty-looking line bearing down on it.
And to make it worse, our family seems to attract tornadoes somehow.
The 1936 Gainesville GA tornado passed right over my mother's house (her dad got her out of bed in the middle of the night to go see it. Guess he figured if it hit them they were doomed anyhow, in a little stick-built house on a ridge). The big 1975 Atlanta tornado that wrecked the governor's mansion passed right over my parents' house. The one that hit and destroyed the Windy Hill/41 community in the late 90s passed right over our current house.
This is getting a little bit tiresome . . . .