Friday, February 20th, 2009
I’m calling out Mother Nature in Central Florida as the Floridiot bitch she is. She can’t make her mind up whether she wants to freeze the fruit or sing like Lil’ Jon and let the sweat drop off my balls. skeet skeet
As the latest cold front (cold front to me = temps in the 50s – suckit northerners) moved in and the heat moved out, we were treated to beautiful puffball clouds.
Anna looked up and said, “Loooook Mamaaaaaaa…. All the little clouds are in cloud school!”
I smiled and swooned and took a picture.
Cloud School
Author’s note: How awesome of me to include a cute story my daughter made up about clouds in the same post that I mention sweat dripping off Lil’ Jon’s balls?
I’ll tell you. Talent. I has it.
