NaBloPoMo Day 6

It is very windy here. Very windy. People say that Wyoming is where it's at, if you like the wind. I say, no, thank you. This is bad enough.

Sometimes at night we get Chinook winds. They are so freaky loud and strong, I lie in bed with my eyes wide open waiting for our house to be swept away to Oz.

I was walking in the Wal-Mart parking lot with the Lion today and my shirt blew up. Just what every woman hopes will happen to her, right? As I slapped my shirt down with my free hand, I somehow caught a receipt that had blown out of a man's hand about ten feet from me. "Nice catch," he said as I handed it to him. Of course he didn't say anything about my flashing him. Unless "Nice catch" could also mean "Nice boobs." Somehow I doubt it.

NaBloPoMo Day 6 summation
want nice boobs
want to feel at home here