The first rain drop falls just as the guy at the car wash signals to me that he is finished. Then the first thunder clap scares the crap out of a bird just as it passes over my windshield. Please tell me that the rest of the day isn’t going to be like this…
It is 1:15 am. I’ve been reading your blog posts and laughing hysterically instead of going to sleep. Now I have hiccups. I wanna drink of water. Dadeeeee!
Man, that scream! Why didn’t you ask me two minutes ago when I got water for your sister? Are you trying to make this as difficult as possible? Sorry… You’re grandma, right? Reflexes…