Haboob-Eating Monsoon

I have to report my first attempt at experiencing a haboob has been thwarted by a mean-spirited monsoon.

And, to make matters worse, while I was outside trying to find out if I would experience the dust storm of the desert, a tiny ant bit my little toe.

It stings.

It stings so badly I want to gnaw my foot off.

Other family members are not so excited about the haboob they have to go outside every three minutes to check the sky.  They also don’t care about my ant bite.

They did, however, get a good giggle at my expense when a bird flew into the window during dinner and I squeaked a little.

The bird in question was the size of a pet cat and it hit the window with a full-body thunk.  I think it was perfectly acceptable to voice my surprise in a high-pitched tone but apparently my father-in-law thought it was funny.

I told him he’s never seen me around a bunny.  I bolt away with those.  *wink, wink*

It’s a vicious crowd I call family.  They laugh at my pain.

And they laugh at my children!  Of all the nerve!

The fact Uno and Dos are dangling fresh cherries from their ears as earrings is not funny.  I wish someone would tell my father-in-law that even though it’s his birthday party he can’t make my family members cry.  (With laughter.)

The sky is completely dark and I think it’s time for me to walk outside and check on the haboob again.  I’m all about freaks of nature.

Good night.  Pray my skin isn’t sandblasted off when I walk out the door.

The End.

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