Oh dear. With summertime, comes thunder. And lightening. And last night I had to wear my thundershirt. It was OK for a while. I sat outside with the peeps watching the lightening. (On a porch, under a chair, so don’t worry.)
But the minute I came inside and took off my shirt, I headed to the upstairs bathroom and hid behind the door.
You know what? I wasn’t hiding. Heck, I’m 7 years old. I was just contemplating the tiles on the bathroom floor. Yeah. That’s it.
What You Learned Today:
- Thunder time is no time for moi.
- I hate it.
- But I didn’t do too badly last night.
- The rain came.
- So did the humidity.
- Now I’ve got better things to think about. Like my hairdo. Humidity. What’s a guy to do?