Now the little tiny bit of time that Katlin was at my house was the ONLY GOOD TIME I HAD ALL DAY... THE ENTIRE 87 HOURS OF THE DAY!!!
I woke mom up at 8 O'clock and SCREAMED... take me out to PEEEEEEE QUICK!! It's gonna storm and I've gotta get downstairs to the dark bedroom!! Soooo she did and I did. I stayed down there under the bed clear until I heard Katlin call my name.
Then we played some with my holy roller and she brushed me and (between rains) I took her down to see my grrreat Gwalk A Moley Holeys under the big maple tree. Then she brushed me and then.... POOF they left and in 87 seconds it started to THUNDER again (shiver/shake/tremble) soooo back down to the dark cavelike bedroom I went. I hide under the bed, BTW.
I didn't come out until I smelled dad putting my steaks on the grill. That was at 7 in the evening. AND IT WAS N O T SUPPOSED TO EVEN RAIN TODAY... LET ALONE STORM. MY RAIN MEASURE THINGY NOW HAS 2 INCHES OF RAIN IN IT. BAH.
If it hadn't been for my furend Katlin the day would have been a TOTAL WASHOUT.
Butt, thanks to her... it was gooood in the middle.
PeeS... did your moms or dads ever tell you that it is NOT nice to try to teach little girrrls how to scoot their butts on the carpet???? Who knew???? I guess a guy has to learn something new... even on a Thundery day.