So Later sunday afternoon I decided to go for a walk/run. As I started out it seemed pleasent enough, but about 1/2 way through, and a mile from home a thunderstorm suddenly developed with a downpour that would not cease. As I began the "RUN" lag of this journey I began to feel as if I were in a event called the "steeple chase" running through puddles up to my ankles and soaked to the bone. I avoided most of the worms but was unable to miss one of them and sadly decapitated him. sheesh
when I returned home (soaked like a drenched rat) Rick's response to seeing me was.... Oh, is it raining out, silly guy. Oh well, at least I didnt melt.
I made it through my walk on Sunday without running into rain. It was thundering like mad tho.
ReplyDeleteAww poor thing. Sometimes its fun to play in the puddles though!
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