So, Shank was bitching because I didn't do any Dollyblogging.
He seemed to think I was in the middle of a natural disaster. Funnily enough (is funnily a word?) it was in another part of the state.
It hit about 300 plus miles away and we were greedily watching it because we wanted the rain.
"Please, Dolly, bring us some rain," we begged.
We got some. Not much, but some.
Isn't it funny, though. Shank is right in a way...had that bitch been coming this way I'd be blogging up a storm, describing the drama in great detail.
We got lucky...this time.
But don't worry my dear Shank (or Dick, as I like to call him), you'll be the first person I call/email when I'm in the middle of an apocalypse!!
No comments:
Post a Comment