It’s raining cats and dogs here in Austin, Texas. In July. No, this is not normal.
But, I’m at peace with the abnormal. (Except when I was reading a story about creepy graveyard ghosts of Texas yesterday and recalled that there might be a picture of me lying on a grave…and I’m wearing fangs, a red corset, and a tutu. Sounds stupid until you see the horrifying look on my face. I mean, even I get scared that I can look that…unsettling. *sigh* I am not such a good model. Photographers get like 3 decent pics of me not looking insane/double-chin/angry over nothing/picking nose on purpose because I photobomb my own photos.)
That was a lot of unnecessary information!
So, these clouds outside were bugging the shit out of me. They were swirling around all freaky-deaky. Then–great googly moogly–I looked at the pics tonight. Sure, they are the same shitastic quality as usual. But, oooooo. Those creepy ass clouds were otherworldy.