This picture reminds me of a series of really bad jokes we made in the tent on our camping trip. We were waiting out a rain shower and came up with a lot of jokes based on the Jack-in-the-Pulpit plant, which were abundant at the state park. What do you call it when the preacher doesn't show up?
Lack-in-the-pulpit.
What's a charcoal in a church?
Black-in-the-pulpit.
What do you call a minister who talks to much?
Yack-in-the-pulpit.
What do you call it when a mosquito lands on the preacher's arm?
Smack-in-the-pulpit.
A preacher with a cough?
Hack-in-the-pulpit.
You get the idea. During the stormy day, Small, started scratching like crazy. Humidity never helps him, always makes him worse. We've had several hot, humid days in a row now, starting right after our doctor's visit. Two nights of little sleep for Mark and I. Soothing Small, restraining him, re-wrapping him, administering more Zyrtec. I just checked the 10 day weather forecast and am completely depressed about our immediate future. Chance of strong storms every day for the next 10 days.
2 comments:
Hey, sounds like a good camping trip. Is it just my imagination or has the weather not given us much of a break since September?
Bad weather, bad weather. But we've never gone on a camping trip without some rain, so maybe we bring it on...
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