doodledee

Well, the first official Mother's Day has come and gone in our house. We actually spent a lot of it in Rochester, but all indications were that it was a success in both locations. Then again, I ate so much at the bottomless brunch buffet we went to that I might have missed some subtle scowling or something, who knows.

On the way home, we drove headlong into a wicked afternoon thunderstorm. It was full on shock and awe. I seriously think I saw a light rail train fly by. Seeing as there was no bed to crawl under and hide, I decided instead to slow down to 20 mph, tune in 830 to get some comfort from the other weather wackos, and calmly slurp down the blue raspberry slushie I had picked-up back at the Pump-n-Munch. 15 minutes later we were safely in the garage and I was climbing ladders and unclogging gutters and all was right with the world.

Big shouts to WCCO for not interrupting the 2-hour Survivor finale with eastern Wisconsin weather updates.