go away, come again some other day

Surely you’ve heard the nursery rhyme “it’s raining, it’s pouring, the old man is snoring…he went to bed and he bumped his head and he couldn’t get up in the morning.” It’s a flat out lie.

It is raining. And it is pouring. God only knows if he was snoring, but he sure as heck was up early this morning - along with everyone else and their mother, jockeying lanes and clogging up all 94 of my crocodile miles. (Remember that thing? A slip n’ slide with a splash pool on the end? So awesome!)

You know what’s not awesome? Driving in the rain. People have mental breakdowns when they try to drive in the rain. I thought it was just Phoenician commuters…because, well, they live in the desert. They have that excuse. But in NJ? Come on, folks. NJ gets an average of 40 some inches of rain a year (compared to Phoenix’s 7 inches). Shouldn’t you be used this by now? It’s not black ice, it’s a puddle. Check your treads, put on your big girl panties and DEAL.

That's all I have for now. Dreary days make me want to nap. Someone wake me up when it's nice out again. Maybe we'll go for a drive.