Thunder, lightnin’, the way you love me is frightnin’

Shout out to Michael Bolton.

In light of the stormy weather, I’ll relay a quick snippet of conversation between my husband, who knows all things, and myself, who doesn’t. Apparently.

Thunder: “BOOOOOOMMMMM!”
Him: “Do you know what thunder is?”
Me: “Of course I do.”
Him: “Oh really? What?”
Me: “It’s the clouds crashing together.”
Him: “Hahaha! Are you serious? Oh, I’ve got to tweet that. Do you really think that’s what it is?”
Me: “Shut up. What is it then?”
Him: “Blah blah blah, electricity, blah blah, raising temperatures, blah blah, air.”

One of these days, I’ll casually ask him … the ingredients in meringue or what a shuffle-ball-change looks like. Then whose face will be red?

You better knock … on wood.