July 26th, 2007

moody cow

and lo, looked upon the shape of coming watery grave, and it was good

I just--don't usually walk out of my house, look back wistfully, and wonder if it will be washed away by the rain.

Perhaps when the coy meterologists smile brightly and say thunderstorm? They should call this something else. Like, oh "God says psyche! Flooding after all!"

Seriously. So wet. You all know I'm not one to complain at all ever, but really. Enough is enough.

Right. Back to your regularly scheduled morning.