April 11, 2013

When it rains...

...it pours.

Literally and figuratively.

Literally, the skies opened up yesterday.  Here in northern Texas, the temperature dropped mostly overnight on Tuesday, with Wednesday morning cold and blustery, and thunderstorms most of the morning.  Boom went to class Wednesday morning in relative spring warmth, only to come out to a 20 degree temperature drop with the rain.  Heh.  Important college lesson - read the whole forecast, not just the current conditions.

It shouldn't have come as a surprise, as NASCAR race weekend always brings bad weather.  It seems like every year they do a news story about all the people at the campground that have to take shelter from the storm.  Here's a thought, tent camping in a massive parking lot in April in Texas = severe storm magnet.  Build a hotel.

Figuratively, what was to be a quiet day of wrapping things up before taking Friday off, is now filled with unexpected last minute work projects, compounded by three dozen family chores that have to be done today, and Mr H is out of town until tonight.  It is suspiciously convenient that he always takes a return flight that puts him home just after the kids' bedtime.  Hmph.

As we were leaving the house for school, one of the dogs had picked up a tick - discovered when it crawled onto The Princess' hand as she gave him a goodbye skritch.  I am surprised there was no freak out, just a slightly elevated voice in her request for her brother to identify the thing crawling on her hand.  Checked the calendar and, sure enough, the dogs are due their flea and tick preventative this week.  Open the cabinet, and find empty f'ing boxes - who put the empty boxes back in the damn cabinet?  Now I have to add a trip to Tractor Supply to my list, and feel my skin crawl all day as my imagination magnifies one little tick into a whole house infestation of everything that creeps me out.

And, now, I hear thunder rolling in...guess we are in for some more literal rain.

1 comment:

InsomniacSeeker said...

Now my skin is crawling, just thinking about ticks. I had rocky mountain spotted tick fever once, and I don't ever want to go through that again. -tina