Except for the nose and the fact that you are from NC, I would think you were a former co-worker. He kept trying to fix me up with his brother. And this was right after telling me a story about his brother that involved digging at his rear end in public and an underwear "issue". So I asked him, "your brother is shorter, fatter, balder, and less refined than you - and you want me to go out with him?" He enthusiastically nodded yes. Didn't happen. The underwear story was the clincher.
I love storms. Probably because the family used to watch them together. The lightning would outline all the leaves in the trees and, when it was over, you could stand along the curb with the water rushing down the street.
I was always TERRIFIED of storms when I was little. As in screaming and crying and hiding until they were over. Now, I would say I respect their power. I still get a little unnerved sometimes.
The Drewsk loves storms.
Yeah, I was talking plain old thunderstorms. Tornados are a whole different ballgame. Still terrified of them along with hurricanes that can bring down one of my giant trees. We dodged a bullet last weekend and I hope to dodge another this Sunday. We are in a #2 risk so far. I have very little faith in weather forecasting anymore. I stick with what the Dopplar is showing at the time.
Paddies will graduate from UVM in May. Not that I can't go visit Vermont even when my kid isn't in Burlington, but having that reason to make the trip multiple times a year has been one of the things I've liked best about UVM. Maybe Arrow will go to UVM.