The Ozmerican Life

Quaid: "Mom, can I go outside to play."

Me: "Let's check the weather." (as I hop on the Internet to see how warm it is outside...sad that I save myself from getting up and actually opening the door.)

Quaid: (still not technologically savvy) "Okay, I'll check the weather" (opening up the front door)

Quaid: (shutting the door) "Yep, smells like cow poop mom."

It seems we have only two different kinds of weather here in the sticks...Smelling like manure or not smelling like manure!