Wow, that’s some vehemently vivid verbiage right there. *drink*
The daily thunderstorm has arrived at my casa. We might as well be in FReepin Thailand, like Seaman Princess Petunia, only there’s no Pad Thai being delivered to our gangplank.
I’m glad it’s here now, rather than at 6:00 when the swim meet is supposed to start. *BOOM*
Ash is hiding behind the recliner.
An’ I thank ye kindly fer the awefully apt alliteration.
[Archaic spelling intended. Of course.]
"Ash is hiding behind the recliner."
Was Ash looking over your shoulder while you were reading HK's post?
Cheer up, HK. In only 139 days we'll be able to do "the wicked witch is dead" dance.
Hopefully.
Practice whistling it anyway. (Ding Dong, the witch is dead! Which old witch? The Wicked Witch! Ding Dong, the wicked witch is dead.)