It rained Friday.
It rained Saturday.
It rained Sunday.
It is still raining, today.
Let me just repeat that I like the rain.
I am all done with it now thankyouverymuch.
In other news, my Saturday morning started off with a hot cup of coffee and a laptop. Oh, but it didn’t stop there. Apparently, my email distribution list was hijacked and all of my people were sent links, from me, to some kind of site advertising viagraandothersuchdrugs. Nice. It’s always a pleasure when your boss gets a sexdrug link from you. Or your dad. Or your children’s teachers. Or their principal. That’s always nice. Moving right along…
All the samoas are gone. That is unfortunate. Did you know that samoas are a pleasure to consume even when you can’t taste them?
I am still stuffy.
There is no gas in my car.
There is no food in the house.
There are less than five diapers left in the house. This could spell disaster.
There are no samoas left.
There is no beer.
There is no wine.
There is no milk, either.
And there are no samoas.
In summation, rain + sinus cold + no cookies = grumpy.