Was it just last week that I was complaining about the hot and dry weather we've been having?
I should know better. Apparently, Mother Nature manifested some kind of system that parked itself over north Texas and then got together with some guy named Alex and they churned up a doozy. We've had a "mighty fine" soaking over the last few days, including a monsoon yesterday evening that left piles of mud on the sidewalks.
"Mighty fine" is something my dad used to say. I giggled when I wrote it.
Our area lakes thank you for the liquid, Ms. Fickle M. Nature.
We've gone from crunchy, scorched, grass to fungus:
Those white blotches are mushrooms.
Hum.....I just noticed Evil Twin going into the shed in the back. She was carrying test tubes, beakers, and a bunsen burner. She said she was making some magic.
Should I be concerned?
Happy Birthday, America, on this Independence Day! I put a call in to Will Smith, thanking him again for saving the world from those ugly aliens. I had to leave a message, just like last year. Actually, just like every time I call. I'm still waiting on a call back. I guess he's busy.
Hubby, Evil Twin, and I went to the baseball game last night. Soldiers from Fort Hood did the honors with our flag:
We got to see Nolan Ryan:
He's the guy on the first row with the round, empty spot on his head.
Evil Twin enjoyed views of players' butts:
We were all disappointed that there were no fireworks after the game. Although there were plenty of other places having fireworks last night, the ballpark decided to save them for tonight instead.
I'm in big trouble with the twin. I had to tell her that she was going to get to set off the fireworks in order to get her to behave at the game. When she found out the truth....well....there was a little surprise in my running shoes this morning.
Have a great holiday!