When it rains in South Texas







The Husband: Is that real rain?

Bluebird: Yessir, it sure is. From last night’s thunderstorm.

The Husband: So you didn’t use any instant rain?

Bluebird: (Tilts eyebrow.) Instant rain?

The Husband: You know… (Waves hands carelessly.) …the kind you get from a mix. Like little Betty Crocker’s Instant Thunderstorm Mix.

Bluebird: (Stares at The Husband for a long moment.) You’re really, really weird.

The Husband: Yes’m, I sure am.


About Courtenay Bluebird (Bluebird Blvd.)

Courtenay Bluebird is the creator of Bluebird Blvd. and The Bluebird B-Side. She is a published writer, career journalist, and professional photographer who likes books and sweets. She laughs loudly and sincerely both in public and in private.
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2 Comments

  1. Evening Ma’am. Is that an instant rain a fallin?
    Love it. Leave the poor guy alone ;-D
    There’s something to be said for weird. It’s one of my best things.
    Be well.
    Dan

  2. Saw you pop up today. Won’t write much now…just got home…sheesh. point is bluebirds do fly and.so too, do I when I read your stuff…especially the goofy stuff..you might say its my home wheelhouse. Dan

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