Day 424: Diatribe Redux, Silky Hairs and The MOMents

I have been cogitatin over the night and all the day today bout pitchers I want to share wif the you today... They were taken yesterday, and I save them for rainy day what I thought would be today on a counta I was told so...

And that lead me to say just this to my weatherperson audience... as I pull excerpts from my diatribe (for another day)...

Please don't let me ever hear you wishin a tropical storm like Claudette was hittin us on a counta your memory is not so good if you do not remember T.S. Allsion. Just sayin.

And please must you be so joyous when we have huge chance of thunderstorms? I mean... it is dry, but for Dog sake and at risk of offendin environmentalist friends, just water your lawn! I know I know... farmers and crops. To that I say this... we have put man on the moon. We put Rover on Mars. We have peoples floatin round up there in the air for monfs at a time... We pipe in oil from other side of world, and natural gas from far away to close by... and we cannot come up wif way to pipe water from flooded regions to arid ones?

Oops, I accidentally launch into full blown diatribe, and I sowwy... so let me start over!

Day 424

It was beautiful day today wif the 40% chance of thunderstorms what did not happen and for that, I am grateful!

Now what follow is how I enjoy my post-baff and sunshine fill day wif 30% chance of thunderstorms what did not happen yesterday!

Day 423

Here I am surveyin my estate and ok, lookin to see what mischief the Bleu got heself into... and totally ignorin the wilted flowers in the garden (though we have ton of storm, it so scorchin hot... it not long and ever thing wilted. I know... water the garden.. but ever day they predict nother flood!)


And I move on to investigate the perimiter, keenly aware that the Mom she is followin me.
And there are distinct areas what need investigatin for reason I cannot disclose but there is one. Just sayin.

Feelin the need to do sumfin interestin for the everlovin Mom who insist on capturin my clean and silky hairs... I move on!

[It is no coincidence that "MOMENTS" begin wif the "MOM"!]

And then I pause and give photo op but secretly think... "Stop followin the me!"!

And then off a cross the yard I dart in order to not spy nor snoop but just get glimpse to see if my neighbors are outside and if they want to feel my silky hairs!

They are not, so I investigate perimeter for bread crumbs what the birds might have dropped (as this is prime region for that tasty treat).

And then suddenly, I feel urgency to photographically convey one Golden Rule:

IF GOT ITCH, MUST SCRATCH IT... NO MATTER WHETHER YOU JUST HAVE THE BAFF OR NOT!

Just sayin.

And just as I post... here come a huge roll of thunder! I'm off to the bunker to scratch!