Friday was an oh my stinkin' heck kind of day. Weatherman said it'd be 80 degrees. He was wrong.
It was ninety.
Degrees. 90 degrees. In Iowa. I almost fainted. I called school on account of the first warm day in 6 months and the boybarians and I played outside. Then when we went to my BFF's house and played some more. It was a glorious day. It is on days like that when Iowa is so beautiful that I forgive it for trapping me and my boys in the house for 5 or more months a year.
The next day it was 50 degrees. That sounds a whole lot more like Iowa. And with those big fluctuations come this:

Handy Man caught that shot when he was deployed as a storm spotter. Hey did I tell you guys the storm spotter story?
No?
In my ever-present sense of self-preservation I decided it would be a good idea if Handy Man could go to Storm Spotter school to learn the signs of impending storms. I tend to over-react about storms just a little bit. I did after all make Handy Man build a bunker in our home. Yes, that's a true story. And although Kansas has the reputation of being in tornado alley, we get them, too. Last June we had so many, it prompted this post.
But I didn't take in account that instead of staying home and keeping me and my gorgeous boy children safe, he would leave us home during bad weather so he can go into the field and do whatever it is that storm spotters do.
Think it's too late for a take back?
So, what'd you do this weekend?
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