Trust me, when I wrote this blog, the yellow, orange and red were about to hit my home . . .
When the radar looks like this:
One hurriedly feeds this: 
So it doesn't look like this:
Guess my walkies will be postponed for the morning. Good thing hubs and I walked and talked for 1.5 hours while the kidlet was at swim practice last night . . .
But then again, we came home to sit by the outdoor fireplace and toast marshmallows.
Did you know that shoving a piece of chocolate inside a toasted marshmallow is a 100X better than the traditional smore, where you have to eat the nasty cardboard-tasting graham cracker?
Try it sometime.
Speaking of marshmallows, did you know Campfire marshmallows make a Key Lime and a Lemon Meringue marshmallow?
Erm, don't try toasting them. Jus' Sayin'.
Neither did I, until I saw a lady in the mop aisle of WalMart and asked her about them. I just wanted to know where to find them, but she proceeded to tell me WHY she bought them---her FIL is a kidney dialysis patient along with being diabetic and the docs only allowed him certain sweets--No, I didn't pry, but she must have had a need to spill her guts.
That's okay. I'm a writer, and a writer never knows when someone might say something to stimulate our thought process . . . like it needs stimulation, but you never know, right?
Well, with my plans mentally rearranged . . . No, AM swim practice as it's outside and they frown upon swimming with thunder and lightening. Go figure!
And no walkies.
I have time to kill while until I go to my Weight Watchers meeting.
Maybe, just maybe, I'll start rereading my next book, DRAGON DAYS OF SUMMER, to catch up on the story before I work on it again.
Later, Peeps!
