I almost forgot about this little gem from April 1st. I had the day off, and even though it was still pretty cold here, I thought, "Screw it. I'm putting out my patio furniture." I get to a certain point in the spring where I refuse to wear a coat, and I do begin wearing flip flops even if wintery weather is trying to hang on. Now I feel the same about outdoorsy stuff.
So, I put out my chairs and little tables, and what do I get? A good five to ten minutes of machine gun hail.
You can see one of my gnomes looking on in disgust.