C’mon…a little Skid Row anyone?
Anyone?
Anyone?
Bueller?
Bueller?
Okay…
Anyway.
Real Man and I woke up to the sound of thunder and pouring rain this morning.
Up on top of the mountain (I know, when I say “the mountain” it makes it sound like we live on Walton’s Mountain or something…”Goodnight JimBob, Goodnight Erin”…wow, am I rambling this morning) the thunder is much, much louder than in the lowlands.
Like, it’s cracking on the roof.
So, we were sure that in no time flat, we’d have five people in our bed.
Yet, it kept storming and no one was showing up.
Finally, we realized they had moved into the living room and had set up camp to watch the storm.
Unprecedented.
A storm without smushiness?
We couldn’t even imagine.
And then…
…we missed them.
But, man, were they cute!
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