So. Last weekend I took a naked shower with my Mom Queen Mother.
She wanted to shower and we weren’t sure she was stable enough after her fall. Pre-forty version of me would have gotten my clothes all wet and not been very helpful. Post-forty? I got right in there naked. Screw it. I can be called upon for nude scenes if it helps advance the plot.
Evidently this angered God. Check out my backyard:
I tried to take the shot directly out the French door, but all I got was this:
Yeah, its dark but that’s because THERE’S A TREE RIGHT OUTSIDE THE FREAKING WINDOW.
Happily, it appears all we lost was the gutter. Well, and half a tree. Gary and I were in transit, me home from work and he off to work to fix the power outage from the thunderstorm. BaramoDog was oddly quiet. Then suddenly he puked and now he’s napping.