What it's come to

I am actually at work right now and without a scrap of work to do. This is, in fact, what I have resorted to in oder to look busy while I'm waiting for work to get delivered to me. And yet it's super sunny outside. Or rather, it was. Thunderstorms on the horizon. Exciting stuff.

I can't remember the last time I made a fort during a rainstorm, that must have been years ago. Ok, it was last week. But seriously, during summers in Wisconsin there was nothing better than building a fort up in the our creaky musty attic and playing the Milton Bradley game "Pathfinder" (which apparently no one has ever heard of) until dinner time. Or else the rain would stop and we'd go look for worms in the humongous puddles in our front yard. Somehow the muddy memories of my childhood always seem to slip away. I tend to forget I was one tough cookie.

The first bee sting I ever got was out in front of that house. I thought it was a fly. Quite the pest. So I smacked it on the side of my neck. Now that was a feeling of surprise if I've ever had one.

Maybe I'll go buy a Chantico from Starbucks. And take a road trip to Rio. Now that's an idea.