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Dear People Who Set Off Lots Of Really, Really Loud Fireworks Last Saturday Night,
I am so pleased that you had a good time on the Fourth and hope that you all survived with fingers, toes, and eyes intact.
Let's do this again, shall we? But not until next year, please.
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Dear South Carolina,
It's about damned time.
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Dear Mother Nature,
You do a great job with the clouds and the trees and the flora and fauna, and I am very appreciative of it all. However, your timing appears to have gotten slightly… off. Seems to me it has rained every weekend this summer (with the exception of July 4 — thanks for that!). Although it really makes no-never-mind to me which day you decide to water my garden, I am hearing grumbles from those poor wage slaves who have only 2 day/week to play.
Would you consider confining the rain to the hours between Sunday night and Friday morning?
Your appreciative friend
You make me laugh.
Hooray for the darn Confederate Flag being GONE!
Apparently you’re getting New England summer weather – it always rains on weekends…