The heavens opened up, and other stories.

Yesterday I got home with the kids and everyone was whiny. Like, get thee ass to bed, whiny. Instead I decided we were all going for a walk. C was working late (in the home office, which always needlessly annoys me) so we all got in shorts and headed down to the trail. The trail near us is about ½ mile from the house, and the trail head has big water jug thing (please inform me of what this is called. We just say “going to get water” even though we have perfectly good water at home).

Sometimes we get there and continue to walk the trail a little and sometimes we just head back home, but it’s a good destination. We got there and I took my usual photos of the boys on the bridge, we got water and then I noticed a strange gray cloud.

It looked like it was moving away from us, but then there was a roll of thunder and I told the boys we had to head home. We were ½ a mile from home, you understand. We took about ten steps and the heavens opened up.

When I say we got wet it is the understatement of the year. I have never been that wet in full clothes. I have never been that wet and not have been in a pool. The rain was so hard I COULD NOT SEE. It kept coming between my sunglasses (ha! Sunglasses) and my eyes and dripping into my contacts and BAD. IT WAS BAD.

After I fell for the comedy of the situation and had secured my phone in my very wet pocket, I tried to just walk the kids home. We were already wet anyhow, right? Well they complained the whole darned time like they were the wicked witch of the west (And I was my mother: “just shut it, you aren’t going to MELT, child”) We were one block from the house when C pulled up and drove us home.

So home, dried and cooking dinner I thought of all the things I SHOULD have said in my vlog. Obviously I’m not going to do it again – so here are more answers to previously answered questions:

1.   I love James Taylor. I’ve seen him three times in concert and sit like a lovesick teenaged girl while I listen to him sing. I’ve cried in the audience. I don’t know HOW I forgot about Carolina in my Mind. I feel ashamed of myself, in all my James Taylor loving glory. Obviously I need to get tickets to a fourth concert, pronto.
2. I think that next year we need to book an auditorium instead of a hotel so we can all room together. Because I love my roommates and I’m excited to room with them but every time we get to the roommate part of the vlogs, I’m all “oh that sounds like such a fun room too!” So. Auditorium. Big sleepover. Floor mattresses. Diggin’ it.
3.  I’m also disappointed in myself for screwing up the who Perfect date-Miss Congeniality quote, because I was right about the date.