Hippity Hoppity Hailstorms, Oh, My!

Word up, Homeys!

(Note: for those who have never been here and now regret it, there be the occasionally throw-out of the hip-hop on these pages. There's really no basis for doing it, because I have no idea what I'm talking about. Peace out, yo!)

I be home from the Sedonas! I've been home for a few days, but life has a way of getting in the way of the blogging way, and besides, I've been lying prostrate on the floor, drooling. It be hot. It be hotter here in the crib than in the Sedonas, y'all.

(Note: please stop talking like that for now.)

(Okay.)

I'll tell you, some weird-ass stuff happened on the trip. To wit:

Ice cube tray remaining in freezer:


Ice cube tray pulled from freezer:

Now, this is forensic proof of weirdness, people.

What the hell? What's it doing...reaching for the stars? Divining one of the Sedona vortexes? Trying to get out? I didn't waste any time. I put those cubes right in my water glass. At least it was water when I poured it.

Here be another thing. (What?) I mean, here's something else. (That's better.)



Seriously. What the hell? Do you see water, here? Soil? No. But here's some plants, growning out of rock. Our Grand Canyon guide is taking us around to see the sites, and who cares about the Indian ruins when this thing is happening all around us.


(This is about the time I started looking for Damien.)
(Mostly because he owes me ten bucks.)

And what about this?

It hailed at the Grand Canyon. In July. Everyone at the Cameron Trading Post stopped working and went to the front window to watch the stones bounce up and down in the deep puddles. We were lucky to be inside, where the roof was leaking, but our guide drove the van up and waved us on out. He kept pointing to his watch and waving us out.

I waved something back at him, but no one was there to take a photo of that.

Next up: Chris be chillin' in the hizzouse, just flashing her grill, until the librarian tells her to be gettin her dogs off the study carrel.