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  1. A follow up to the above.  Tl;dr: the Emus are no more, man rules emus, and pussy rules man.
    My wife finally decided that we are not emu farmers.  Thank God.  She contacted the previous owners, and told them she was going to be getting rid of them and offered them first rights to take them back at no charge.  To my utter fucking surprise, they agreed, and would be coming from Tennessee to Colorado to pick them up!  I wondered what level of Hatfield-vs-McCoys trouble these poor people must have gotten themselves into if they are willing to bring back the emus?
    Around mid-day Sunday they arrived with their big ass truck and livestock trailer.  The wife got out of the driver's seat.  She's 5'0" and weighs about half an emu.  Her and my wife immediately started gabbing.  I kept looking at the truck, waiting for her husband to get out, and all the emu wranglers they had when they dropped them off.  I started to get a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach, so I interjected:
    Me: "Hey, uh, so.... would you and your husband like some water?"
    Emu Lady: "Oh, haha, you're so funny.  Its just me, and I have a bottle right here in my hands!  My husband had a flag football game today."
    I shot my wife an angry glare, but she wouldn't meet my eyes.  This should be fucking interesting.  We got my 13 year old son and headed down to the pen, while the emu lady backed her trailer up to the gate.  Her and my wife started to strategize.
    Emu Lady: "I am sure they still recognize me.  Let me go in and lead them to the trailer."
    They didn't recognize her.  Or if they did, it was as a food source.  She dashed out of the pen 5 seconds later, with some blood dripping from her fingers.
    Emu Lady: "Wow, they've gotten fiesty!  Have you been feeding them?"
    Wife:  "Oh yes, we love them and take very good care of them."
    Me:  "Every day for 11 months now, with nary a contribution to the farm."
    Emu Lady: "Ok, well maybe I can put some food in the trailer and that will get them in."
    Nope.  If cat food and sunflower seeds were ever a motivator for these fucking wannabe dinosaurs, that was gone after they got a taste of human flesh.  My wife got some plastic temporary fencing, with the idea that she and the emu lady would stretch that out between them and try to use it as a net to guide the emus into the trailer.
    Me: "I don't think that's going to work."
    Wife:  "Fuck you, honey.  I don't see you helping."
    The women made it about 3 steps into the pen.  The emus glanced at them, they both dropped their ends of the temp fence and bolted.
    We all kind of stood there for a moment, not saying anything, then I noticed my wife and the emu lady looking at each other.  They seemed to exchange some sort of hidden communication, as if they were having a conversation telepathically.  I got that bad feeling in the pit of my stomach again.
    Emu Lady:  "I wish my husband were here.  We'd be done by now."
    Me: "Yep, but apparently he loves flag football more than you."
    Wife: "Yeah, I think we need more help for this.  Real help."
    Me: "We could always just cull them."
    Emu Lady & my wife:  "NO!"
    Wife:  "What would your husband do to help if he were here?"
    Emu Lady: "He'd just grab them and hold them until I could get a rope around their neck and lead them into the trailer."
    Me: "Its a real shame he's abandoned you in your hour of need."
    My wife turned, stared at me intensely, and started speaking to me telepathically.  Look, you can either man up and help get these emus into this fucking trailer, or you can move into the fucking camper and say goodbye to our sex life.  And then I'll have to find someone else to take these goddammed emus, and when they get here to pick them up, you'll have to help wrangle them then anyway.  So go take your balls out of my purse, and show your son how a man handles a problem.
    I glanced at my son, who had been standing there watching all this, trying to remain unnoticed.  He spoke to me telepathically: Dad, I thought more of you than this.  You were my hero, but you can't even get an overgrown chicken into a trailer.  I guess I'll just grow up to be gay.
    "Fine. Get your rope, just be ready to get it on these emus, and when we've got them in the trailer, I want you to drive back to Tennessee and never come west of the Mississippi river again."
    My son and wife beamed proudly while the emu lady got her rope.  We both entered the pen, and she stayed at the gate.  I decided I would take Eddie first.  He's the biggest of the four.  The alpha male, and the one that is the most aggressive.  I figured if I was going to die that day, I might as well get it over with.  I walked towards him.  As I got within about 10 yards, his hackles stood up, he turned to face me, extended his neck and started hissing.  I kept approaching, and he started walking towards me, kicking and hissing. I heard the whistling from the Good, the Bad & The Ugly theme somewhere in the distance.  He was at his full height, and towered over me and my 6'2" frame.  I had a moment to think oh jesus, fuck this, I'll sleep in the goddamn trailer when he started to charge.  He closed the gap in under a second.  Shit was going down whether I wanted to quit or not.
    He lurched his neck downwards, pecking at my face, but I ducked under it, stepped into his feathered body and grabbed his fucking neck.  I pivoted to get alongside his body so that he couldn't kick forward at me.  I switched my grip on his neck to a headlock while I wrapped my other arm over his worthless wings to get a good hold on him.  I drove upwards out of my crouch, lifted his ass up off the ground and executed a perfect fucking suplex with that goddamned emu.  I quickly got on top of him to keep him pinned to the ground.
    My wife screamed.  The emu lady stood there with her mouth agape.  "GET THE FUCK OVER HERE!!" I yelled.  She scrambled over, got the noose around Eddie's neck and tightened it.  "Ok, get some tension on him, and then on the count of 3, I am going to roll away and you need to pull his ass towards that trailer and away from me."
    1...  2... 3...
    I rolled away, and the emu lady did her part, keeping tension on Eddie so he couldn't re-engage me.  Then I took the rope from her and got him all the way in.  I stepped out through the trailer's front door, and met them back at the gate.  My wife had a look of dire concern on her face.  My son was beaming at me.
    Wife: "Is Eddie alright?"
    Emu lady: "I... think so?"
    Me:  "Thanks, yeah, I'm fine."
    Wife:  "I saw you trip and fall.  Lucky that it was right on top of Eddie!"
    Me:  "I didn't trip and fall, that was a perfectly executed grappling maneuver."
    Wife:  "Haha, you are so funny!  I hope Eddie isn't hurt...."
    The women continue checking out Eddie in the trailer, trying to make sure he didn't break a feather.  Shrugging, I walked over to my son, who was still beaming at me.
    Son:  "DAD!  That was literally the craziest, coolest thing I've ever seen!!!"
    Me:  "Not bad for an old man, eh?  Now you know -- sometimes you have to be a little crazy when you are a man."

    We finished with the other 3 emu, none of which were nearly as eventful.  I was able to just grab them and the emu lady was able to get a noose on them and lead them to the trailer herself.  Within 45 minutes, she was driving off, ridding our farm of those goddamn emus.  My wife made sure to reward me later that night.
    The next morning at breakfast she wanted to talk.
    Wife:  "I've been thinking about what we should do with that pen now that the emus are gone..."
    Me:  "Yeah?  Like having some pigmy goats or something?"
    Wife: "Haha, you are so funny!  What do you think about... WATER BUFFALO?"
    FUCK MY LIFE.

    Haven’t laughed this hard in years
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  2. So are you saying the "cap" stayed in place? I noticed it stayed overcast/never really warmed up much above 80.  Was hoping that helped.

    That’s my guess and from my understanding the big enhanced risk was based on them not knowing exactly when and where it would break and allow the intense storms to develop, plenty of energy widespread but in the capped locations not enough lift
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  3. I'll take it all day.  But as someone mentioned above I hope to see a breakdown as to why it fell apart as it moved in.  Because it looked pretty damn intimidating an hour out.

    Looks like the inversion never broke over DFW area, they can only get so big before they are”capped” and fall apart
  4. What are the chances for tomorrow?  Did this line suck all the energy out of the atmosphere?

    I know this isn’t for me but it looks like the chances are very heavy but primarily AR, TN
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