It’s no secret that I have this really BIG fear of lightening. I’ve had it for as long as I can remember. Going through Hurricane Alicia in Houston when I was a very young girl probably made it worse. Especially when that big bolt of lightening came down and cracked the tree in our backyard in half. In HALF, people, not more than 15 feet from the sliding glass door! So I go to great lengths to avoid this freak of nature. Case in point:
#1 I have been known to actually duck in front of the steering wheel while driving my car with a passenger in it. I said passenger, not my daughters. It was my then fiance, now husband, who made me pull over so he could drive.
#2 I have been known to put my kids to bed early while a storm is lurking without a bath. I then come downstairs and lay by an inside wall with a pillow over my head.
#3 I have actually called my neighbor, Mike, to come over to feed my dogs in the kennel in exchange for sexual favors because he’s a lunatic that loves the light show.
#4 I refuse to run water or even be near the sink when it’s lightening out.
#5 I have DRIVEN out to my kennels to feed the dogs when Mikey isn’t home. I have been extremely close to a heart attack out there.
#6 I ran to the house full speed, eight months pregnant with Rowan because I thought we were both going to be goners.
So, I don’t take lightening lightly. I could almost use a sedative when they are doing their nature light showy thing. In fact, Matt would love for me to be in a deep sleep while all that is going on because I become a maniac. And I’m normally a very pleasant person.
A thunderstorm came through last night. And, of course, it was timed precisely at 10pm, which is when I chose to go to sleep. But sleep didn’t happen. I put pillows over my head. I had to have Matt come in and shut the window a bit because the rain was getting inside. And just when I got comfortable, a creature the size of small man comes running into the room, kind of half barking and on edge. Patsy is a pansy, too, when it comes to the thunder. I don’t mind that. But she can hear it miles away and it bugs her to no end. All of a sudden, I find my bed smaller as she is practically laying on me! Damn dog! So I rubbed her pansy-ass belly and we both layed there scared of Mother Nature’s bowling match with the fireworks.
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