Things are beginning to heat up over here at the Blog For Boys. I’m not talking about the video, either. While it’s true that we’ve been delivering sizzling hot videos every day for a while now, a lot’s been going on in the background. The northernmost half of the Earth is tilting towards the Sun, or something like that, so the weather is strangely bearable. When I can be bothered to get out of bed in the morning, I throw open my windows and greet the new day by shouting at passing cars. During the winter, I find it difficult to keep up with my hobbies, which is why I relish every day of the spring, summer, and fall. I can’t go out in my underwear and terrorize the neighborhood when it’s -20 degrees outside.
Unfortunately, warmer weather means more rain storms for the time being. More rain storms means more thunder and lightning. I used to be profoundly afraid of thunder until very recently. When I was a child I used to hide under the covers with my hands clapped around my ears and sing the national anthem whenever I felt a thunder clap coming on. I don’t know why I did that, but it helped.
One night, during a particularly bad thunder storm, my mother stayed in my room for a few minutes after tucking me in to make sure that I was alright. When she started to leave I reached over and grabbed her robe and said:
“Momma, wait. Can you sleep in my room tonight?”
She turned around and softly said, “I’m sorry, Charlie, I have to sleep in Daddy’s room tonight.”
I looked up at her and shouted, “What a big sissy!”
(Many thanks to our reader Don for sending this video our way)