Epic

I was retired by the time my middle schoolers would have been epically using that word. Thankfully. But in the true definition of the word, we just had epic hail. Epic.

I

So I'm in the big city today

And what is in the mall parking lot?

I'm home now, but while I was away I bought a new vacuum

I was back in Kingwood this week where, yes, once again I got sick. I'm never going back. I know I said that last time, but this time I mean it. OK. Maybe once more to help Cuddle Buns pack up, but that's it. Maybe again when The Grand Princess graduates. Houston has 10 years to get it's smog and other allergens under control.

I have been eyeing a stick vac for our hardwood floors and decided to pick one up while I was there. Love it. And so did the Grand Princess. To all 7 of us at dinner that night at Manuel's (WHERE ELSE??) she announced that 

"Gramma's new vacuum is AMAZING!"

I wish you could have heard the declaration. It was hysterical. 

It is a pretty amazing vacuum.

Rudy liked it, too. Or hated it. Hard to tell.

I just saw the coolest thing

Probably wouldn't have been so cool had I been in the middle of it.

I was looking out the living room window in anticipation of incoming visitors and I saw a dirt devil. Is that what they're called? A swirling mass of dirt going right down the gravel road.

It was pretty cool.

The Weather Started Getting Rough

The tiny sip was tossed. (Remember when I sang that to your class DH?)

Cuddle Buns got here early today. Along with MT and the Grand Princess. I was in the city (Stephenville) getting a hair cut and picking up a few groceries for Cuddle Bun's and SIL's birthday celebration tomorrow. 

The celebration will not be as awesome as The Harry Potter Experience, but how could it be? 

ANYWAY Cuddle Buns had the boat ready for a three hour cruise when I got back. So off we went. I commented that there was a 50% chance of rain. It was quickly dismissed. We've had no rain when the chances were 100%! 

About 15 minutes into our little excursion we felt rain drops. In this parched part of the world, rain drops are always a reason to celebrate. We turned away from the rain, but it caught us anyway. The sun was still peaking through. We were sure it would pass. 

It didn't.

We decided to head in.

Now I've been practicing taking the boat off the trailer and guiding her back on, and as we dropped Cuddle Buns at the dock to get the trailer, that was still the plan. For about 10 seconds. The rain started pelting us from behind, the sun was gone, the temp dropped, and visibility was zero. I quickly gave up the helm to our second mate, MT. I huddled over two soaked and shaking dogs and one little girl who was not very happy that she was getting drenched. In her swimsuit. At the lake. Poor thing.

Fortunately, as Cuddle Buns backed the trailer down the ramp, the sky lightened just a bit, MT guided her on, and we road up the ramp. 

Cuddle Buns truck won't dry out for days. 

Good thing he got fancy floor mats for his birthday.

Oops

Our kamikaze cardinal is back. Actually started beating himself into the living room window the day after I thought he had quit. Either the kids moved back in or the little woman is barefoot and pregnant and back in the nest. Shouldn't she be beating her head against the window too? 

Wishful thinking

Wouldn't it be nice if the barbed wire would keep them out?