It might be a wet one........

Last night when I signed off, we had two different siren systems going off as well as what we call: "The voice of GOD" (a very loud recording that is supposed to be heard at a 5 mile radius)

I checked outside.
Dead quiet.

But I saw the line of thunderclouds coming towards us. It was already dark.

Bugs called me to instruct us to go find a hiding place. Yes, child, we know, we weren't born yesterday, we did hear THE VOICE and THE SIRENS.

Still, I could hear the stress in her voice. She had a restaurant full of patrons, who needed to be herded away from the windows and/or into the bathrooms or the walk-in freezer.

The storm was short and heavy, but we didn't lose anything, no trees, no homes, no electricity.

Of course the energy perked Boo-boo up and I had to get her out of bed, after which she bounced around the house with a large flash light in her hand:
"THUNDER!!!!!!!! BOOM BOOM!!!!!!!

Like mother, like daughter, except this little was was quite excited.
She helped me put the pillows and the quilts in the bathroom, and we kept checking the radar.

As exciting as these little storms are, they are starting to get on my nerves. Especially when Wheelie sits in front of the TV watching Dr. No, not moving, blinking, or seeming disturbed at all.

Oh well.

So here we are Saturday. Boo is once again in nap land, and I am finishing my laundry.

We took a short trip to the store because we were out of milk. That child drinks like it's going out of style.

Funny though, I noticed that a gallon of milk was $1.98 and 1/2 a gallon $2.49!
So I got the gallon, I'll have Bugs take it home tonight.

We also grabbed some snacks for the trip, and I am about ready to open the suitcases and fill them up.

So why do I have the feeling this ain't gonna happen?

SGMKJ!