The accumulation of rain, as of yesterday afternoon around 3 p.m.:
(It went on to rain more, bringing the total, this morning to 3 inches and 1 tenth...inconceivable!)
Everything is wet.
And grumpy.
Twilla, complaining about having to stay in the porch...
Figaro, yelling at me about the wet grass! (Like I can change it or something...)
Note the prissy paws....
The only things that seem to enjoy this relentless moisture are the flowers.
Angus "saved" some worms. These have been handled and mauled and loved to death...literally. At least they didn't die a lonely death, right?
And neither will this child, who it would appear went out the door, threw himself in a puddle, rolled around until he could stand it no longer and returned to the house requesting a hot bath and some cocoa if it wouldn't be too much trouble...(Those socks WERE white, when he left.)
I think today....because it's STILL rainy....we'll make key lime pie and listen to Kenny Chesney and Jimmy Buffett and wear shorts and put little umbrellas in our orange juice and pretend like we're someplace sunny!
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We're cringing and smiling at the same time, especially looking at those black, muddy socks! It's a good mom who can see that and grab the camera and think of something lighthearted to write about (instead of grabbing the kiddo and throwing him in the washer, black socks and all!). We also love the pics of grumpy and wet Molly and Twilla - the look on Molly's face is priceless.
Grabbing the camera was the only reason the child lived to see another puddle....
He SERIOUSLY just goes out and stomps and rolls in the mud!!!! And as far as the socks go, he and Maggie both seem to think they're disposable, like Kleenex. Sometimes, I wonder why there AREN'T disposable kids' socks....
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