The Perfect Storm

Yesterday got up to 150 degrees here in Kentucky. Well, almost. It's August, so the heat and humidity build throughout the day, getting slowly worse with each intake of muggy air, like slow torture. But it was all worth it around 7 o'clock last night. We heard something BOOM! outside, and Michael went to the door to look out because it sounded like something blew up. It had-- the heat. It had finally reached the boiling point and a wonderful storm blew in. It wasn't a scary, "turn on the radio for tornado warnings" kind of storm. It was just a nice summertime evening storm with wind and rain and enough cloud to ground lightening and loud thunder to be respectable. We listened to it while we ate chocolate fudge brownies that Michael made because I'm premenstrual and he loves me and values his life. He didn't toss them to me like raw meat through a lion's cage, but almost. Then the storm passed, the brownie was gone, and I fell asleep on the couch while Michael watched some boy movie on TV, which is pretty much my idea of a perfect evening.