It is pouring rain. I love the rain. When I was a kid I loved it in the summer because we would run outside and lay on the driveway and feel the warm wet concrete on our backs and the cold rain drops on our faces. Now I love the rain because it means no football -- one less carpool. When it rains it is darker earlier and easier to get kids to bed. And maybe I'll be able to read tonight and not feel guilty.
Looks like it's breakfast for dinner tonight. That thunder is calling for waffles. And it doesn't hurt that hubby is out late tonight at church.
