I picked the WRONG day to neclect to bring a coat or umbrella
Taken from my front porch. That white stuff is hail. Waiting for the bus? Was not fun.
Max, as usual, tried to escape. I let him, thinking the rain and hail would get him to forever stop asking to go out. I was wrong. His grass-tasting tour of the yard was uninhibited. "Oooh," says Max, "ICED grass. A rare delicacy indeed!"
Queenrandom is a postdoc at Big 10 Research U (BRU) somewhere in the Midwest and does kickass molecular biology cancer research. She is married to a guy who calls himself the Lucky Bastard and together they have raised 2 cats, Max Power and Milo, and a dog, Freki.