It's raining it's pouring, I'd rather be snoring

It rained so fast and furious this afternoon that the sewage drains struggled to remove the rainwater overflow in a timely fashion, causing our fair city to look more like a little Venice than Savannah. The streets flooded and automobiles sputtered as they choked through the streets ill equipped with accessories such as outboard motors and boat propellers. If you’re looking for a new business opportunity might I suggest manufacturing some sort of hybrid automoboat vehicle? I believe it would do well here, as we are ill equipped to handle downpours.

It was the perfect day to throw on a pair of comfy sweat pants, big droopy socks, and to curl up on the couch with a good self help book,… only as luck would have it, I have a job.

Jobs require you to show up and produce something of value, and clients tend to look down there noses at such relaxed attire as jogging suits. I opted instead for a more appropriate to-do, tobacco colored linen pants and a contrasting black cotton twin set and off I went.

I could recount my afternoon, but I’d rather not relive it again. It was only mildly amusing the first go-round so I’ll spare us all the details. It is safe to say however, that I indeed showed up, and produced something of value.

That leaves me with just a few updates for today.

1. The cat is still taking medicine for his upset digestive track. If you’ve never given a cat a pill, well now…there’s something you’ve been missing. Follow these instructions carefully and you’ll do just fine.

2. I am now wearing those sweat pants and big droopy socks, and while it has stopped raining, I am never the less…comfy, and on the couch.

3. While self help books are…um…helpful at best, I am going to read a few of my favorite blogs tonight instead. “Blog Ho” and “Go Fug Yourself” are not particularly therapeutic in nature, but they’re far more entertaining than reading about disorders and syndromes, so self help is scheduled for another evening.

4. I worked in the yard all day Sunday, and it once again looks like civilized folk live here. I mowed, weeded, edged, raked, fertilized, mulched, and pesticized my domestic little heart out.

5. The countdown begins for little man’s yearly summer journey to Belgium. I’ve got his passport renewed, and I’m practicing my “I’m not crying” routine, so I should have it down pat by the end of the month. I always miss him soooo much when he’s gone, it’s just not the same without my little man at home.

That’s a another post. Maybe for tomorrow.