Still raining, although it let up a little when I went to get the pups. They aren’t very tired.
The wind is picking up, I moved Mike closer to the house, I don’t want him getting knocked over. I fed the stray, and pulled her bowl closer to the house where it’s dry.
I parked out back. That damn tree better not drop another branch on my truck.
Nellie, it gets awfully hot in the warehouse, so every few weeks the company gets the snowball truck to come out and they pay for all the employees’ snowballs. They might be called snow cones where you are. They get extra time for their break so they can go outside to the truck and have time to eat them. It’s a nice treat on a hot night.
My son was really looking forward to it.
Every few weeks they get a boxed lunch. My son hasn’t been real impressed with them. Usually a sandwich, a brownie, a bag of chips, and a can of soda.
I don’t where to get snowballs out here. In the armpit there were snowball stands everywhere. I got him a slushie cup, but he’s not impressed as the flavor gets a bit watered down. I might just go ahead and order a snowball machine and some flavorings for him.