This weather bites.
There is nothing I LOVE more than to sit outside in the pouring rain, scrunched over our puppy Boris, holding an undersized umbrella, trying to coax him into taking a crap. Day after day after day...
I'm sure this incessant downpour of moist goodness will do wonders for our drive down to Florida tomorrow. Thanksgiving traffic on I-75 (AKA The Deep Southern Corridor of Two Lane Frustration) -- in rain. It's as if part of the Georgia DMV driving test includes the following question:
"When driving 65 mph on any paved road or byway in the greater Southeast, what is the appropriate response when rain drops should begin to hit your windshield?"
a) Crack open another PBR and accelerate.
b) Pull hard to left into the grassy culvert and yell "PITSTOP!"
c) Close yer eyes, raise your hands to air, and scream "It's the Rapture, It's the Rapture!"
d) All of the above.
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Definately d) all of the above, as well as about 16 more choices I could probably muter is I gave it an ounce of thought.
Good luck tomorrow, Man-o! I have to admit, I don't envy you. I will be tucked away right where I am, thank you very much!
Happy Turkey Day, my friend! Sorry we couldn't make it out tonight! I hate to miss that show, but whatcha gowna do, right?
See you soon!!!!
Posted by: Kevin | November 23, 2004 02:17 PM
what secrets does the rain hold that turns mortals into idiots?
In a perfect world, rainy days would find us hanging out at the local bar or holed up at home, petting the dog by the fire(or banging your girlfriend). Reality being what it is, you probably still have to dredge up enough moxie to go to work instead. Taking a few precautions and using "wet-weather" driving techniques will keep you from ending up sopping wet on the shoulder of the freeway, waiting for a tow truck. Or worse.
Feliz Turkey Day Mateo!
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Posted by: El Guapo | November 23, 2004 04:39 PM