Monsoon broken down
I get up. Make the chicken – and the scent of it draws Nic out of his lair, I’m not going to lie – this was after he said,” Taco Bell is closed.”
Me: I love the smell of rain.
Him: I think the smell of rain is caused by the drowning of bacteria.
Me: *sigh* pause.
Me: Also love the smell of fresh cut grass.
Him: The plants are sending out distress signals.
My son is a killjoy.
I mean, considering he came out of his cave at the scent of flesh … he burst my bubble on the whole rain thing.
It’s pouring now.
Much bacteria being drowned.
Oh but it smells SO good. Secrete! Secrete!
We are in for one hell of a monsoon this weekend.