Thursday, May 21, 2009

I hate pushing wet shopping carts

The only way to really describe this week is wet. It is uncharacteristically rainy here--we've been in a drought for so long that at first we were all glad for the rain, but after 8 straight days, I'm kind of over it. Everything is wet--the floors, my hair, the cars, clothes, my nasal passages from a hideous cold budding--it's a film of water atop every blessed thing that doesn't have a chance to dry out before the next wave hits. It's rather unpleasant.

And I guess this has made my fingers soggy, too. Because I have all of these great ideas swimming around my head for things to write, but my fingers are not cooperating by typing them all out in those fancy sentences that are generally helpful in written expression.

So I'm sitting here with wet nails and a mud mask drying on my face. Because I figure a desert is a pretty good place to dry out from the rain.

Just sayin'.

1 comment:

valerie said...

You and Sean have a fabulous weekend.
We will be with you in "spirits"
Hopefully with a garnish of pineapple.