Dane Larsen blogs about babies, flying elephants, and geographic contingencies
So do I. I miss the warm rain that I can actually swim in about fifteen, even ten minutes after it has started falling. Not that I swim in it anymore so much as run through it, but the point is that I can.
Is that sarcasm or true feelings?! :)
We were out flood hunting on this day. This one went all the way to the lake. I have fantasies about parking and swimming until the waters recede, but then CPS would take my children.