Wet Enough For Ya?

Did you ever hear that song "It's Raining Men" by the Weather Girls? I love that song. It has absolutely nothing to do with anything else, but I just thought I'd mention that. I especially love the verse when they urge you to "rip off the roof and stay in bed!" I sing along every time! Not that I'd do such a thing, mind you. I am carefully cultivating my distaste for the male of the species and have pretty much gotten to the point that I would throw back Brad Pitt and/or George Clooney. The jury is out on Clay Aiken.

But, that's not why I started this post. I was going to complain about the real weather. The gray, dank, damp, rainy day out there. Here it is May 24 and I am waring a long-sleeve turtle-neck sweater, and I am none too warm. In fact, there is a definite chill in the air. Is this ridiculous or what?

And then I think about the Dallas-Ft. Worth area from whence I came. They just finished suffering through several days of 99 degree highs. Lordy! How I hated those hot Texas summers. Everything just curls up and dies. You get third degree burns on your hands and other exposed parts just from entering your car at noon. Setting foot outside the door between 8:00 a.m. and 8:00 p.m. takes your breath away. And God forbid something goes wrong with your air conditioner - civilized life comes to an abrupt halt!

No...come to think of it, cool, damp weather really isn't all that bad. I just wish I didn't have a leak in my roof. It's always something.