July 1. Starts pouring. Thundahshowiz! YES! Right on time. This place really fucking ticks me off. Thunderstorms every fucking day. Rain! Pour! Flood my fucking ass!
There. I swore. Feel a little better. Fuckin dump.
I love thunderstorms. They help me sleep at night and I enjoy watching the rain. Its refreshing to me. Plus there's lots of fun to have during thunderstorms. Not that I'm gonna be doing any thing like that.
I love thunderstorms, but for some reason, they have been really bad this year. Not like out west and in the plains states, but pretty bad.
Anyway - there have been some doozies that come through in the middle of the night and one sounded like someone let off a morter round next to my head and I leaped out of a sound sleep.
*starts chanting for the weekend - no rain, no rain, no rain, no rain
____________________ Get in, Sit down, Shut up and HANG ON!
Jonny Bolt wrote: Recovery Day was horrible. We all had tha runs, tha jogs, and tha skips. Fighting over the bathroom. Jonny Poopy Pants strikes again.