It’s been raining for days. Every time I flip on the news, there’s something about storm watches and flood warnings.
“You haven’t washed away yet? That’s my girl!”
Obviously, someone else watches the news, too.
“Shh,” I said. “I’m very busy building an ark. Could you hand me some wood screws?”
“My pleasure. I even have two dogs to kick in.”
I laughed, and then considered the predicament we’d repopulating the planet with Ari’s dogs.
“Um, no offense, but the point of taking two of each animal is breeding. I don’t think your dogs are… equipped.”
Which is of course why I’ve made Hal the first mate on my ark. So he doesn’t get left behind for being a smoothie.
I MISS YOU
I like it better when we’re snarktastic face to face.
we keep getting skies full of ominous black clouds and then… nothing. i’m in kansas so i’m expecting the odd tornado but… no. not a one. it’s disappointing in an odd way.
I laugh because, even though I don’t know you, for some reason I can actually see you building an ark. A make-believe one, out of the couch. Maybe I can just envision you in a robe screaming craziness at the world, kind of like Noah.
Hey, uh, would you mind sending some rain about two states to the left? If this keeps up, I’ll be able to cross the Mississippi River on foot.
You’re funny in a quirky sort of way.