Last night, I noticed an orange glow out the window and said to Nate "Ooh, I think there's a good sunset brewing. I'll go check." So I opened our front door to see this glorious sunset.
|as seen from our front porch last night|
I yelled back to him "oh yeah!", inadvertently sounding like the kool-aide man.
Pretty soon Nate came out, repeating my "oh yeah!" And he had a plate of cheeses - a nice little selection of fancy-ish ones.
Then a thunderstorm started gearing up. So we sat there on the porch eating cheese and saying "oh yeah! " for good lightning & thunder. Suddenly, one flashed right overhead really loud and scared us.
Susan: oh that was scary
Nate: yeah, I thought that was it!
Susan: it? Like we were getting struck dead by lightning?
Susan: Ha! How perfect would that be if we went out like that: struck by lightning while yelling "oh yeah" and eating cheese on our front porch?
Nate & Susan: lolol! Nom nom nom (mmm cheese)
Our obit would be like "The couple was found on their front porch with a plate of melted cheese. They are survived by 4 elderly pets. Considering the pet situation and the consequently dire state of their carpet, authorities are considering it a public service that the house was struck down by God. In lieu of flowers, please treat yo'self to some fancy cheese and a cocktail of your choice."
Hmm, I don't really have a painting tie in to this story. Here is an old sunset painting of mine. I wish this was our porch view.
|12" x 12" x 0.75" acrylic on canvas|