Dylan in the Clouds....and Pizza....

Last night I was ridiculously tired.  I just didn't sleep the night before and in fact I was so tired that I couldn't bring myself to cook despite a refrigerator full of food---and that's not like me.  At one point Ernest had to step in and explain to Owen, "Owen, I've known your Mom for a very, very long time and when she's this tired----it's really best to leave her alone." 

So when the boys went off to swim at Vicky's pool (poor Vicky must feel like she's being stalked, there was a gang of kids waiting for her to come home because God forbid she have a life away from them) we ordered a pizza.  Then we heard thunder so we scurried outside to watch the sky.  We were sitting at our neighbor Dave's house with him and Ricky watching the shapes of the clouds when suddenly Ernie said, "Look!  It's Bob Dylan!"  And sure enough we could see Bobby the Poet in the sky.....  Do you see him?  You're kind of looking from above at his profile looking to the right?

 

We sat and stared at the clouds until the pizza got there....ate pizza lying on our bed watching tv and I drifted off.

Not a bad evening.  I got cold wet hugs from the boys when they came back from the pool (I love those kind of hugs in the summer), saw Bob Dylan in the sky and pizza with lots of oregano.....

Can't complain, can't complain....