Kiran and Shaan's World

I’m looking out the window right now and it seems kinda sunny and hot. – Shaan

It’s like a Turkish sauna outside! Swampy, right? Can you feel the humidity? Still sunny though. – Shaan

Just went outside. Man, is it hot out there. My toes are sweating. Anyway, still sunny. – Shaan

Each morning I wake up, open the front door, grab the newspaper, look at the forecast for the day’s high temperature, and dress based on that forecast. And every day, around noon, I find myself complaining that I’m too hot because the paper was completely wrong. So in an effort to more accurately report the day’s temperature, Shaan has volunteered to provide us with a personal account of the day’s weather over the next few days. – Kiran

SMILE OF THE DAY

Well, it’s not much of a beach day, but it is a summer Wednesday and I have run out of news for the moment. So I’m gonna go be lazy, maybe eat a giant cheeseburger and resume blogging later this afternoon. – Kiran

I am often compared to a rock. A strong rock with rock pecs, biceps and rocky good looks carved from, well, rocks. – Shaan

Look outside. Do you see the difference? Can you feel the magic? Children are dancing in the street. Old women are weeping and dancing with joy. Soldiers are carrying carnations instead of grenades. Things have changed out there and I’ll tell you why: DAD’S COMING HOME TODAY!

[Editor’s Note: Praise Jesus, Mary and Joseph!]

SMILE OF THE DAY

At approximately 7:22 am today, Kiran inadvertently – and I use that word loosely – left the water on in the upstairs sink. Um, right about now I’m guesstimating that the water flooding the second floor has passed the 2,500 gallon mark. And while Mom begins the arduous task of containing the water and Kiran struggles to stay clear of Mom’s wrath its anyone’s guess as to what other water-borne disasters lie in wait for us. At this point I wouldn’t be surprised by a hurricane, flash floods or the second coming of our Lord. – Shaan

[Editor’s Note: Unlike most of our past posts that have been exaggerated for comedic effect, this one, sadly, is painfully true – as evidenced by the gentle rain cascading from our living room ceiling.]