What I wish I could say:

Yes, they bring May flowers, and yes, I am familiar with the climate of my region. However, I live in a flood plain, Mr. Know-It-All, and while kayaking down my street last year was something of a novelty, I feel no urgency to do it again. So when I bitch about the weather, just shut the hell up.

Unless of course you would like to switch places when next it floods. I'll stay at your place while you have to park your car a mile away and walk through filthy waist/waste deep water so that you can get home, feed your beagles who can't go outside, discover that your water has been turned off and you can't wash the canal sludge off of you and Damn! You haven't gone grocery shopping in a week? Guess you'll be hungry. That is, unless you are lucky enough to get in touch with someone who will meet you a mile away and deliver some grub to your frigging KAYAK!

May flowers, indeed.

On another note, this Vines CD is growing on me, and, well...that sentence just makes me laugh.

Yes, I'm lame. And if I have to edit one more damn table today, I might just scream.

Oh hell, maybe I'll scream anyhow.