It hasn't stopped raining in a month. We have had glimpses of sun in between rain drops but it is few and far between.
The doctor says as soon as the sun comes back I should finally be free of the rickets. Imgaine my shock and horror when I woke up with what appears to be gills in my neck. I think I am starting to evolve, please God don't let this end up like the FLY, that movie messed me up.
There is no hope for my hair, it has become a fuzzy cloud, I am considering doing a Britney Spears, but for now keep it in a pony tail in the hopes no one notices the frizz slipping out of the elastic. My skin fairs no better, I fear it is so waterlogged that it will just slip off my body. I didn't anticpate this level of wrinklage until I hit my 80's.
This morning I awoke to the russelling of the jungle grasses, what used to be my back lawn. It is too wet to mow and the animals are starting to reclaim the wild tundra. I swear I saw a Lion creep by my deck around dusk.
My son has gone into depressed acceptance, after all he has started his paddling for the summer, he is already on the lake and wet, it doesn't matter to him if the water is above or below at this point, as long as he is paddling..lol.
Pray for me, I am damp and unhappy. My only solice is the bottle of wine that sacrficed itself in the name of false eurphoria and the mini cupcakes that were left over from the BBQ, I don't care what anyone says, frosting makes everything better.
Here's hoping for sun...oh wait, it is still raining. Time for more wine.