July 2, 2009
It's 8:45 AM, the sky looks like it is 6:00 PM, and it's pouring cats and dogs. It's a good day to spend the day quilting and dodging client phone calls. Kidding... we still got to eat. Wow... thunder and lightning.
I hate thunder. Brings me back to memories of a dog my family had called, "Baby". She was a pure Keeshond. Everytime there was thunder, she would hide under the pillow that you were sleeping on and go nuts. The going nuts part was annoying. She would want to go out of whoever's room she was and go to another person's room. This would go on until the thunder stopped, sometimes for hours in the middle of the night. It would usually be between my room and my mother's room.
Quilt & Bitch