Rainy Morning

I always think of this song when it rains.

Go Away

As if to mirror my mood, the sky has dumped a torrent of rain on our heads today. I'm irritated with Dawn (who knew that was possible?) and our kids and the school and the world, in general. It's a day in which I shouldn't allow myself to speak.

Does this sound like PMS or what?

I love puddles, especially the ones at the curbs. After picking up the little kids from school I drove through every one I could find. I get a sick satisfaction out of the spray off of my mini-van tires. I'm pathetic, I know.