What a storm we had last night!
We got an inch-and-a-half of rain.
This morning we had a few dry hours.
The Grown Son decided to take the dog for a walk during the reprieve.
He found out, much too late, that the weather app is a lying liar.
They both returned home drenched.
The Grown Son thought it was funny.
Wrigley, not so much.
I cuddled her with towels and blankets.
She continued to hold a grudge.
I gave her a peace offering of a slice of ham.
She happily accepted it, and then returned to her simmering resentment.
She is planning on spending the day snuggled on the sofa and rage sighing.
I may join her.
It’s not a bad way to spend a rainy day.