THUNDERSTORMS AND PUSSY CATS
Yesterday afternoon we had a series of absolutely hellacious thunderstorms. During those noisy storms, I learned two things:
1. Buddy and Rusty don't like thunderstorms.
2. They both are capable of climbing me like a tree!
It's a darned good thing I was wearing SWEATS at the time! Seriously, these two boys are absolutely adamant about their dislike of loud thunderstorms and pounding rain! I can only await with dread the advent of the 4th of July celebrations in my neighborhood! We have a lot of 10-12 year olds (some chronological youngsters, some immature adults) and they all like their firecrackers way too much!
1. Buddy and Rusty don't like thunderstorms.
2. They both are capable of climbing me like a tree!
It's a darned good thing I was wearing SWEATS at the time! Seriously, these two boys are absolutely adamant about their dislike of loud thunderstorms and pounding rain! I can only await with dread the advent of the 4th of July celebrations in my neighborhood! We have a lot of 10-12 year olds (some chronological youngsters, some immature adults) and they all like their firecrackers way too much!
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