There's the mrs. and his cat. They're both just as sweet as they are old. . .
The cat is Tornado and she can smell something awful, but we have laughs. Just this morning, a huge thunder clap BOOMED as if a plane was crashing into the house and both of us jumped out of bed at the same time and stood there, shocked, looking at each other like, "what the fuck was that?" Then we crawled back into bed so I could smell her rank asshole and she could probs smell mine.
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I miss thunderstorms. We had them in the Midwest, but even more so in Florida. They would roll through every day, mid-afternoon ... fury for a while, then the Sun would come out and the rest of the day would have lower temps. Supposedly it ties someplace in Africa as the lightning capital of the world.
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