It’s like clockwork. Just like a big stupid clock. The weekend comes and the heavens open up to piddle on Boston. So, like a trooper, I’ve stayed inside and done work today. A little domestic cleaning and a little on the laptop. So it hasn’t been a complete wash.
But listen, weather – and I’m deadly friggin’ serious now. One more weekend like this and I’m going to take down my weathervane, cancel my subscription to the Weather Channel and never – ever – listen to “It’s Raining Men” by the Weather Girls again. Not so tough now, are you… weather?
Sam
I agree, I’m never listening to “It’s Raining Men” ever again.
art
It better be nice when I get there on Friday! If it’s not I’ll have to drink myself into a state of ignorant bliss. Wait…I was going to do that anyway.
Dave Pye
Art – If it’s rainy again this Saturday, while we’re all supposed to be on the roofdeck, my level of annoyance will teeter violently towards “Jihad”.
Bdoyle
A Mexican Jihad against bad weather… interesting premise to a party PyeMan
Dave Pye
Hammala hammala hammala!