Monday, June 25, 2012
Now, it's time for Meteorology Talk, with your host, Marguerite!
In these situations, the final straw is always when the stalker shows up somewhere completely inappropriate. Say, at your workplace, or your brother's wedding, or in the bedroom where you're having sex with someone else. The rain showing up in Florida, now, after what has bee a horribly dry and relentlessly sunny spring?
The Rain is totally Glenn Close-ing me. I'd better lock up my parents' cat, lest he end up in a pot of boiling water.
Last night, all night, it rained & rained, with the fury of a monsoon. It was kind of cool--like having a live-action version of one of those Rain Forest White Noise machines, without the toucan noises or whatever. As a result, the back yard is actually flooded. The last time this happened, I was in high school. So, not yesterday, if you see where I'm going with this.
Is it possible to get a restraining order on a Force of Nature (and, no, I don't mean Nathan Lane's dramatic talents, I don't care what my mom says)? Because this is getting downright scary. Last month, when Florida was suffering from brush fires due to the drought, I joked that FEMA should fly me down, just to ensure some rain. I wonder if I can bill my airfare to the Governor's office?
Anyway, Floridians: You're Welcome.