The morning started dark and gloomy outside. and then–SHAPOW!–a sudden hail storm.
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Hail on the trampoline.
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Hail swimming in the patio umbrella.
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Kerplunking off the patio furniture..
Finding refuge against the house.
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Huddling in a corner.
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But the picture he wanted captured most of all was:
“Mom! Look how shiny the basketball is! Take a picture, can you take a picture?”
Yes I can.
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And then, as quickly as it started, it was over. In the words of Greyson:
“Today, was a weird weather day.”
This post was brought to you courtesy of Wordpress, where I composed and uploaded it, copied it and pasted it all over here. If Blogger has room for that, I don't get why they don't have room for just doing it the old way. Because they want to make Life as hard as possible?
This post was brought to you courtesy of Wordpress, where I composed and uploaded it, copied it and pasted it all over here. If Blogger has room for that, I don't get why they don't have room for just doing it the old way. Because they want to make Life as hard as possible?
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glad you figured out a way to keep the blog going!
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