Dear Tropical Weather Systems:

Rain rain go away.

Generally speaking, I live in paradise. October-June, my locale is the envy of others. October-February (or whenever it stops snowing in those Northern regions) its beyond the envy. I flaunt my beach ready-ness and 70 degree temperatures in front of everyone north of the 150 degree latitudinal line.

Then July hits and the temperatures hover near Hades degrees and the humidity starts to increase. Then its August and its dodging daily thunderstorms, temperatures that would make the Devil himself vacation in the Arctic and humidity so thick it emanates around you like the moist heat off of a busy Brazilian prostitutes snatch. Then the “tropics” start acting up, sending storms of varying degrees to the Southern US (or as an old pal used to say, Africans revenge on the South for slavery).

The there’s you dear, tropical weather systems.  Yes, I know… hurricanes and tropical systems are mother nature’s way of addressing global warming, by pulling heat that was accumulating and dispersing it throughout the rest of the globe. I get it.  I’m just really bored today because “Fay” has put a good portion of my region into a state stasis, and will most likely remain as such through tomorrow. And I forgot to go to Blockbuster or the Liqour store!

DAMMIT!!

Okay, so maybe that last part in MY bad and not yours. And perhaps I should say thanks for two paid days off. And perhaps I should hush and be grateful that this system is really only a minor disturbance here in the sates, and not a force of destruction like Wilma, Katrina or Andrew. I should thank my lucky stars I’m not in Haiti where 5 people have died.

Okay. I’m sufficiently chastised.  Enjoy your visit Fay. I’ll go watch a movie or search the liquor cabinet or write a better blog than this lame ass one.

Soggily yours,

greenie