A 4 year old, A trampoline, Pouring rain, and Thunder and Lightening.

I decided that even though we weren't the healthiest family on the street we would spend some family time outside. Ryan decided to take Preston for a walk. I took Abbie on the trampoline. We're goofing off and having a good time. Right as the boys got home it started raining. I don't mean just rain. I mean rain that it's hard to see to drive in. Ryan decided he doesn't want to be in the rain. So he goes in the house with Preston. Abbie and I decide to stay on the trampoline. I mean it's ok that we're both on anti-biotics to get rid of whatever we have. But then it starts to become a 'real' storm. So we go inside. The child is SCARED TO DEATH when we get 'real' storms. But I decide that I don't want to listen to her scream her head off.. Ryan can deal with that. I go outside. On the deck. Where it's raining. With my laptop. But it's ok. The table has an umbrella over it. But now the 'real' storm is passing. The rain is going away. Now I must go back to reality.. where screaming kids are the presidents of the house. I don't live where it rains all the time. [i love rain] I don't have everything. Wait. The rain. It's picking up. Back to my dream.

Ok.. I LOVE rain. And yes, as I typed that the 'real' storm was passing, it was. When I typed that the rain was picking up, it was. And it's now pouring again. Whenever it rains I sit on the deck and think of happy things. I think I live where it rains all the time. And i can be happy. ALL THE FREAKIN TIME.