Tuesday, March 22, 2005
Tales of rain and Chef Boyardee
Chef Boyardee Ravioli
I freakin' hate the rain.
Enough already, ok?! I get it. We were in a drought for years. Yeah, were; past tense. So whatever yahoo is still praying for rain can stop already.
Mid February they said we'd already received twice the amount of rain we get in any give year... over the last 6 weeks. Since then, it's been raining off and on. Once again, it's pouring outside. The kid was watching TV (Spring Break ya'll) and the Emergency Broadcast System posted a notice. Do not go anywhere unless it's an emergency. The roads are flooding, it's not safe. Fab-U-lous. We look out the window. Sure 'nuf - the street basically had two small rivers flowing. One on each side of the street.
It's Spring Break *she said talking to the sky* ..... so much for my promise to take the kid to the beach and the train park the next two sunny days we have this week. The train park as the kid calls it has a real locomotive in the front of the park for the kiddies to climb on while mom has near fatal heart attacks watching in horror.
In other somewhat related news: I did manage to get 2 loads of laundry done... getting soaked each time I went outside, umbrella or no. It stopped raining for a few seconds so I took back our Blockbuster movies and went and bought the few things we were totally out of. Got soaked of course loading things into the car. Got soaked unloading the car. Dropped my umbrella, picked it up. Dropped a can of Chef Boyardee Ravioli. Apparently they fell out of an invisible hole in the bag.
My life is charming.