Last night … late … maybe around 2 a.m. or so, there was a massive storm. Thunder. Lightning. If I hadn’t known better, I would have sworn it was World War III.
[i]KR-KAAM! [/i]
[i]KABOOM![/i]
Crazy stuff. Still, I kinda like storms, think they’re cool.
When Alex was roaming our place, storms didn’t seem to bother him. He usually just slept right through them. He’d look up when some thunder would go off and give a look of … [i]huh? did I hear something?[/i] … and go bLast night … late … maybe around 2 a.m. or so, there was a massive storm. Thunder. Lightning. If I hadn’t known better, I would have sworn it was World War III.
[i]KR-KAAM! [/i]
[i]KABOOM![/i]
Crazy stuff. Still, I kinda like storms, think they’re cool.
When Alex was roaming our place, storms didn’t seem to bother him. He usually just slept right through them. He’d look up when some thunder would go off and give a look of … [i]huh? did I hear something?[/i] … and go back to sleep.
But Simon? The poor little guy. He scurried up onto the bed, right in between Liz and me, shaking. He was trembling so hard I would have thought he was literally freezing to death. His teeth were chattering. Simon was utterly terrified. Truly and utterly terrified.
We felt really bad for him at the time, but as Liz reports, he’s back in action today, being the loveable goofball that he is …
