I’ve told you about our trip to Daytona, and the fun I had when we got back. But wait! There’s more! It’s like a bad dream that won’t end. If I believed in a water god, I would wonder what I had done to make him mad.
We took my ex’s truck to Florida, and I left my car at his house. When we came back, it was in the midst of a torrential rain storm. It was pouring rain, and the lightning and thunder were horrendous. Bennett was scared to get out of the truck, but he was so scared of the storm that he was hiding in the back floorboard, and we had to drag him out. Continue reading