Rumbly in the Tumbly

We were given Friday, July 1st off for a nice four-day weekend, so I thunder-scooted outa town on Thursday afternoon, driving through two of the worst storms I've ever encountered in my car. Really keeps you focused. 10 and 2 all the way. It was all I could do not to drop my ice cream cone.

It was My Pregnant Wife's birthday that Thursday, so she drove out to her folks' place in Berkeley Springs to meet me there, where I was overfed and overdrunk and overnatured for two days. Drove home Saturday to see the pups and kittens (I don't think Jeremy knew whew I was for a few seconds) and spent a relaxing three days at home if you don't count me sawing through the tip of my thumb while pruning some trees.

Thumbs are really amazing. Beyond the whole opposability of them, when you've got a gash and a bandaid on the tip of it, you realize all the things you can't do. Button a button. Tie a shoe. Open a package of Combos(TM). Debooger an eye. This is why little kids suck them. They're valuable tools, and need to be tenderized at an early age.

Speaking of, I felt my boy for the first time moving around in My Pregnant Wife's uvurus while we watched "Madagascar" (highly recommended). That's got to be so weird for the host mammal. Bless her and the 23-week-old rugrat.