Personally, I knew it would rain wherein I made a concerted effort to check the Doppler radar for meteorlogical advisement Sunday morning, as I could sense that the swelling, bucking and heaving within my bones was indicative of stormy weather; my personal body barometer if you will. Those who have cracked a couple of bones in their neck, a few more in their arm and one in their knee, which by the way only proves to piss off a systemic condition in the end, might be able to relate to this osteopathic, predictive pinging.
Still there were other individuals who knew it would rain as well. In fact, a friend of mine (who shall remain nameless in an effort to protect the brilliant) intentionally opted for the bus over her bike for just that reason; milling around, slathered in SPF 50, waiting to be rescued by public transportation.
However, another friend of mine (who shall remain nameless in an effort to protect the innocent), insisted that it was in fact not going to rain yesterday. Insisted, I tell you.
If only I had wagered some cash regarding that prediction.
Here's the thing: For the most part, I'm not the type of individual who has an imperious need to argue my point when I'm already more than sure that I'm right; that type of give and take just doesn't interest me. However, I am totally the type of individual who would expand upon it in an obnoxious, passive-aggressive blog post in order to prove my previous point in the end.
Now, whether or not this friend pissed off Mother Nature with his/her obvious snub is still up for debate... ...sort of.
Okay, not really. He/She totally pissed her off and now evidence of her wrath is pooling in my front yard among a gaggle of hillbillies. Thanks a lot anonymous friend whose name may or may not rhyme with Gallison! Sheesh.
Exhibit A
a shot of the street from jenji's drivewayExhibit B
jenji's redneck neighbors frolic as the water begins to recedeExhibit C
stupidity is clearly contagiousI'm just sayin', they said it would rain yesterday and they were right.
jenji
