picture by Reilly Winant found on the internet
Dear Mother Nature,
For years you admonished us to not to fool you. I complied, actually I am mostly compliant in most things ( although I never did try the Chiffon Margarine). So why, I ask you, did you feel the need to send 8" of rain my way this weekend. As I am sure you are aware, I am trying to get some rooms in this not so stylish abode redone. I have paid my dues and lived with many unfinished projects and frankly funky rooms while we raised four boys and now it is time to get some fixin' done. I do not do well with chaos in my life..my ADD brain needs an orderly exterior to compensate for the craziness that runs rampant within. There is stuff in every room. My clothes are scattered about and nothing is where it belongs. I was handling the chaos extremely well ( if I do say so myself) and dealing with the small setbacks. All that was left was to get the hardwoods installed in the bedroom and then everything could be moved back and life would resume in an orderly fashion. Why did you decide that you would send rain onto my bedroom floor from some mysterious and heretofore unknown orifice??? You can't install a floor on a damp subfloor and you certainly can't install it until you know where the source of penetration is, now can you?? The next time the floor man has is next Monday when my very elderly parents will be here. So, the floor remains undone, the carpenter is coming to poke and probe windowsills, flashing and God forbid roof to try and stop your evil plan. I am going to either go eat worms or possibly down a container of yellow fake butter!!