It was early August last year, the weather man had been predicting storms all day. If you know me, you know that my least favorite thing in all of the world is a thunderstorm. I’m a bit afraid of them. To say I’m a bit afraid of them is really just an understatement. I’m actually terrified. So here we are, early August, late summer storm and my husband declares “lets go outside!”
Really? OUTSIDE? Don’t you HEAR that sound?!
But being the wonderfully submissive and loving wife that I am, I reluctantly agree. Being afraid of thunderstorms is not something I would like to pass down as a legacy.
Here is the story of the thunderstorm. And really, she enjoyed herself.
The umbrella was the big hit!