Thunder at precisely 11:31 a.m. Hopefully, they're not the Biblical "clouds without rain" kinda disappoint
-ment. Right now, we're drinking our air through a straw. Time for rain, dammit!
Pepper Dog is the kinda alpha bitch that can't stand things she can't control. Like thunder.
Me? I enjoy anticipation... to a point.
Waiting for rain. Waiting for my very own autographed copy of "Freighter Captain."
Pepper Dog is shivering in the corner and I'm deciding it's time to actively anticipate the death of Castro, seeing as the mailman disappoints yet again: Two red envelopes from Netflix that will never compare to "300", Autoweek, and bank statement. At least my credit cards have a zero balance.
Aug 25, 2007
Posted by Joan of Argghh! at 11:32 AM