Thunderstorms

It has thunderstormed, if not rained, nearly every single day since I've been down here in Atlanta. Apparently this is unusual and has cooled the temperatures. The first few days this week we got a break but the temperature soared to 104 degrees in the shade, (with humidity, it's like breathing in water.) Penny doesn't like the thunderstorms. I don't know what she thinks they are but she goes into what Brad and I call the "Bathroom Bunker." She hides in the bathroom between the toilet and the bathtub, you know...where it's safe. Because the safest place to be in a thunderstorm is next to the plumbing. I don't think this is a natural Darwinian survival thing. So earlier today we had a daily freak hour-long thunderstorm and Penny headed to the bunker. Penny is otherwise usually very brave...she saves us from bugs in the house, noises from the upstairs neighbor, and lawnmowers outside. Thunderstorms are aparently not on her list.