Still slick with what she spilled during her rumble...
...magnificent and slightly frightening things catch my eye as I wandered back down to my work site. Naturally this site is out of doors...well because of doors and the limited scope of their orifices. Though this does not bother me a bit because I prefer, and actually love, working outside (even in Houston's sweltering heat. Of course I am in Connecticut, so much the better).
I arrived at my work site, straight back to work. Sewed several tire tube veins when I heard her sister rumble. Right when I thought this one, she'd pass me by, she gave me a good hard soak. Hunching up against the dry side of my shade tree, back pressed tightly, tools in hand, seriously hoping that is not poison ivy I am standing in...
Finally a mad dash to my studio, sacrificing my fresh diet coke to this rumbly wet sister.
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