Humidity is not my friend

Nancy & I walk in the park after work. We are pretty die-hard. The only time we don't go is if it's raining or looks like it's about to rain. We left work yesterday & the sun was shining. The birds were singing. Not a cloud in the sky. The parking lot was empty. Hhmmm? That's kinda weird.

As we rounded the point of no return, the sky took an ugly turn.

We heard thunder - lots of thunder.

And storm clouds rolled in.
And we saw a lightning bolt. (I wish I coulda got a pic of that lightning-it was hella scary!)

And then we hauled ass to finish the lap to get back to the safety of our 5000 lbs of steel & metal.

My hair is kinda wavy. I blow dry it & use a straightener to make it straight. Humidity doesn't care about how I want my hair. It wants my hair to be wavy & outta control.

And this is what I get...

And Brad says to me, "Uh...nice hair..."