About the time we lit the grill last night, a Texas-size thunderstorm blew through. A tree in the backyard did not survive. The pork chops did, however, and they were tasty.
I realized yesterday at the carwash that I am deep into vacation mode. Lou Ann and I stopped at one of her spots. I thought we should wait, but she's the boss. We stopped. And then I got into it, and I didn't want to leave. I'm telling you the Suburban is now clean, clean, clean. Remind me to tell you how she found it. Funny.