…the lightning flashed, and killed the pig!* …kept me awake all night.
Sigh.
I know it is summer and I know I live in a place prone to impressive thunderstorms but come on. I needed sleep and what I got instead was an impressive but unnecessary light show and thunder loud and assertive enough to disturb even the cats. Honestly, I would prefer to not feel the thunder in my ovaries.
And it went on for hours, drifting off and then rolling back around again. And again. Aaaaaand again.
I’m better than I used to be though. From childhood, I found electrical storms terrifying and wasn’t much happier about them as an adult. Now, I only find the super cell storms terrifying and with good reason. The rest are merely annoying.
So hello world! I’m cranky and tired this morning. Consider yourself warned.
(*Does anyone else know this little nursery rhyme thingy besides me?)
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I LOVE electrical storms! They contain two of the three things that all of us men must have in our lives — noise and fire. Unfortunately, I usually sleep through them (the soothing sound of bone rattling thunder and the hissing crackle of nearby lightning sings me right to sleep like a lullaby).
When I was little I used to go out in them and leap about madly, and spin around, and shout, and celebrate. Mothers hate that.
What do you mean you used to do that? You totally still do and you know it.
My grandmother used to spend the summer at our house. During bad storms she would ignite and then blow out a piece of palm frond from the Palm Sunday service. She’d go around the house, waving her catholic voodoo incense stick around. Her pagan safety ritual scared the hell out of me, way worse that the thunder and lightening.
CUPCAKE! I love the catholic voodoo incense stick. Come see me. Or call. Or anything.
What is it with Catholics and incense? It makes my head explode. (Catholicism that is.)
That is all part of our secret divine mission … to explode the heads of all you unrepentant heathens….
pkooohhhmmhm (sound of my hypocritical head exploding)
Catholics and incense make my head explode, but it’s the incense in my case.