The wind whipped up and I wanted to take photos.
Me IN the wind on my mother's deck. Wind make messy hair.
Whee WINDDDD from the deck, and lovely thunderheads.
Hahahahahhaa hair out of CONTROL
And that cloudy plume back there would be the fire the Forest Service thought would be a grand idea to start on a windy day. Doi, dorkburgers. Those things never do what you want them to do in the wind. That picture was also taken from my parent's deck and now it's dark and you can see the flames. Awesome :|
SO, on to dinner conversation in Montana. My parents have horses (they did not name that one Chocolate, a little girl did) and they were discussing what Larry will be able to do once he retires.
Larry: I might teach Chocolate to pull a sleigh this winter.
Larry: Put little bells on.
Larry: Oh, on the roads and stuff.
Larry: Jingle bells jingle bells.
Mom: ...*changing subject* I'm wondering what colour that barn is going to be.
Larry: Red. It's not a cow barn.
Mom: How can you tell?
Larry: Cow barns are cheap and lower and that one is nice and tall. That's a horse barn. For horses.
Mom: Well there are cows there now. Lara, over there where that outhouse is? That's where the cows play.
Larry: Who was that guy. You know. The piano player?
Mom: ...I have no idea.
Larry: You know *mimes playing piano*
Mom: I know what a piano is!
And then they dissolved into giggles. My parents are ridiculous and I love them very much. Beats listening to racist diatribes over dinner. By a million and a half miles.