When it rains, it pours.

I thought of you again today, Dear Reader.
This time I wasn't in the shower.
I was standing in a parking lot
(the same parking lot where many years ago
my friend Tara gave me a driving lesson)
waiting for a nice policeman to arrive and write up an
accident report.
You see, it was such a beautiful day out
today that I thought I would just plow into the side of
a large concrete barrel-shaped thing.
And that's what I did.
It was just sort of an impromptu thing....


I am just sitting here shaking my head.
Ever feel like that cartoon character
that had a gray rain cloud over his head?
The rest of the world was shining and sunny
but that cloud stayed right over that little guy's head
and it rained on him continually.

I am beginning to feel like that guy.

Lloyd Dobbler and I were just saying to each other
that we wouldn't dare say or even think that it couldn't get
much worse---because it could.
And we don't want it to.
We're quite content with the level of stink we have.
We don't care to have more stinkiness.

But you know what?
It's just so nice,
when you are up to your armpits in unpleasantness,
to have lovely, beautiful children
dancing in circles around you.
Right now Sweet T is hopping around my chair
making up a song about the silent E and ninjas.
Can't help but smile about that.

I have more things for which to give thanks
than I do reasons to grumble.

But man...I'm tired of the big stink.
I'm just sayin'.....