This morning I awoke before my alarm clock rang. Don't you hate that? I was snuggled down deep in warm blankets. The Black Dog was stretched out along my back. He felt like... a big warm black dog. The bladder won the sleep or get out of bed argument. Don't you hate that?
The Husband and I are grousing around the house. It has rained in Houston for 40 days and 40 nights. Huge, street flooding, lightning laden, thunder filled, dog scaring rain. As I took my first sip of my morning Diet Coke, The Husband walked through the living room. "Is it going to rain today?" he asked.
"It will rain, dear husband. It will rain with great waters sloshing through the bayous just before it is time for us to leave work for lunch. It will continue raining so that the streets are flooded and the traffic is backed up, the cars populated by frustrated, angry, stupid drivers just before it is time for us to come home. There will be locust and plague."
He said, "I have to go take a shower."
I think - why? Just wait for the locust and plague.Labels: husband, personal urban drama |
