August 3, 2007

When it rains, it pours

It rumbling thunder at my house right now and the wind has picked up something to be feared. The rain hasn’t arrived yet, but I am sure that when it comes it will pour heavy, noisy raindrops onto the roof. PoPo is not perturbed by all this activity in the least. I’m sure it just reminds her of the rumblings of her PitBull mother. It’s the lightening that freaks her out. She’ll stop and smell the roses in a hurricane, as long as there isn’t a huge flash of light in the sky. So she’s perfectly content to snuggle up in her blankie.

I agree there isn’t a more lovely thought than curling up in bed right now and finish knitting up my RPM socks. What a good way to start a vacation!

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