Unless you guess someone other than me, you silly silly rabbit.
We've had a summer shower every day for the last week. And by shower I mean torrential downpour complete with blazing lightning and booming thunder so loud it will restart your heart right after it stops it.
Now before you call me a hater, know that I love a good rainstorm. It's just that my shiny shack out back? It's metal. And that torch I work on? It's metal, too. As a matter of fact pretty much everything is metal, and sitting out there ignoring lightning is like telling God to Bring It On! while giving Him the finger.
There comes a time where stubborn loses out to not ready to die, and if I hadn't been rushed to get out of dodge during one of these storms, I might have noticed the tiny hole where a surface air bubble popped leaving a blemish on this piece of glass that I otherwise utterly love.
Doncha dig my mad arrow drawing skillz?
I'll give you 3 guesses who now gets to make her own bad self a necklace, and the second 2 don't count.