Protect Your Melon

So there I was, in the middle of a tornado warning, sitting in my bathroom wrapped up in an extra comforter with a pillow on my head. 

(Reenactment)

As I was eating my pudding -- because if I'm going to die in a tornado, I'm not going to do it with uneaten pudding in my house -- I said to myself, "Self, you really need to get a helmet to protect your melon."  

Because I can't go down to the local Walmart and get a bicycle helmet like a normal human being, I whipped out my phone, found what I wanted, and placed my order.  

Which arrived today. 

 Yep, that's right.  I am now the proud owner of an authentic replica WWII steel helmet.  

Because I gotta be me.