we never hear thunder around here. and you'd think, with all the rain we get, we'd have thunder. but we really only hear thunder about once a year. maybe twice.
so just now, when i'm taking clothes out of the dryer, i hear thunder. memories from the past. anyhow, i stop by the bedroom door and the husband (who's in bed already) says, 'hunh.'
i say, 'thunder!'
he says, 'good thing we're not'n kansas.'
i think, 'huh?!' then i realize he'd said, 'good think we're not camping.'
mental grins. and yes to both.
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