Just for the Northeastern U.S. - the weather may be crappy in other parts of the world, but I had nuthin’ to do with it.
Here’s what I did:
I bought season passes to the town pool for me and the cherubs instead of doing the pay as you go plan.
I bought season tickets to the outdoor symphony series.
I bought youngest cherub (The Boy Wonder) a new bike for his birthday.
Thus, it rains. And it rains. And it rains. I am very sorry.
Mea Culpa.
YOU DID THIS!!
I’ll should have you shot!
It’s all because of the man on the mountain. It seems obvious to me that he was the one making summer happen. Now that he’s gone, nature can’t start summer on it’s own. We need to rebuild him quick.
I’ll be happy to come tear up the season passes if that will help.
Well KinSaba now maybe you will realize that you don’t live in your own little world as your location would suggest.
Why don’t you plan a trip somewhere far far away and take this rain with you.
Oh yea, if you were in Georgia or East Tennessee and got a lot of rain, that’s my bad. Morelin and I were on vacation. Whenever we go on vacation, we have Giant Black Rain Clouds of Doom following us, because we usually plan to do some outside stuff. We dragged them with us the whole way. And I mean the WHOLE way. We’d go over a hill, the sky would be blue and pretty…I’d say “Hey, maybe we can do all the outside stuff we planned”…cue the black rainclouds.
It’s my fault.
You see, my ex-mother-in-law-to-be used to say I was the antiChrist. My ex started to believe it when I promised that Hurricane Floyd would be gone in time for us to go away for the weekend, and it happened. Hey, there’s no point being the antiChrist if you can’t control the weather, right?
But I’ve been really busy, under a lot of stress, and focusing on other things this spring. You perhaps noticed that this past Saturday morning wasn’t bad - that’s because I had to go to a funeral and be outdoors for several hours. Took me all week to do that, and I was in serious pain afterwards. (OK, I was in pain because I’d spent the week moving and then had to stand on uneven ground for 3 hours. Shhh.)
Blackmail: You get me a decent paying job, get me out of this temp gig that pays me about half what I actually need to pay my bills, and I’ll return you to your regularly scheduled summer. Till then, if I suffer, you all suffer.
Sorry.
However, if it snows, that’s my aunt at work. We’ve banished her to Utah, but she occasionally escapes. (She was in New England in February '78 and January '96 - need I say more?)
Eh, well, summer’s finally here in Michigan.
Like auntie em’s missing coworker, it finally waltzed on in;weeks late, oblivious to the grumbling and speculation its unexpected absence caused, saying chippily, “Hi guys! I’m here!..What? What? (pout) Hey, sawry I didn’t call or anything, I never asked you folks to worry!”
I said I was sorry … Anyway, I’m pretty sure it is only a misdemeanor, not a capital crime.
Please don’t rebuild the Man on the Mountain. To my mind that would be akin to artificially plumbing Old Faithful if it ever stopped going off. Dunno, just seems wrong somehow.
Sure … it’ll cost you, though. Them buggers were not cheap.
Actually, we were planning a trip to Oregon this summer. But not until the end of August. If you want us to go away sooner, please feel free to take up a collection - Tahiti sounds nice:)
I do believe she was in New England this year as well. Just guessing, though.
Umm, would you give it directions to us? I hope it didn’t run off to Vegas and marry some trucker it met on the internet.
Well, I suppose I’m at fault for all the snow we had too. I bought a house with a very long, very steep driveway and for the first time in 20 years I am living somewhere where I was required to shovel my own snow - I just knew nature would not be kind because of it.
I thought it was our fault for washing the cars. But when they got dirty again, and it was still raining, I knew it wasn’t our fault. (Whew!)
Well the sun is out now. Just in time for The Boy Wonder’s baseball game. Maybe all I needed to do was apologize?
I’m glad all of you fine folks stepped up to take the blame. My GF’s were starting to blame me. You see, I got a nice shiny telescope for Christmas. <queue dramatic music>
Just as soon as I opened the box, the weather pattern turned to snow, snow, clouds and more snow. If it wasn’t snowing, then there was too much snow on the ground for me to set up or I was working that night. So I sulked and decided to wait for spring. Now it’s rain, rain, clouds, drizzle and more rain. If it’s clear, I’m working. sigh
I know that during the drought I wished it would rain, but this is getting silly!
No, as far as I know she stayed in Utah. If she’d been here we would have gotten it all at once.
I was discussing the crappy weather with a friend of mine yesterday, as we huddled under a store’s overhanging roof thingy. Away from the rain.
Originally, I thought the rainy Fridays and/or Saturdays were my fault: You see, every time (no, seriously.) I head out for a night with friends, it rains. Every. Time. Without fail.
My friend commented yesterday, however, that she’s calculated that it’s rained almost every single Friday night for the past eight months: She’s been paying attention to the numbers of people coming in since the smoking-in-bars-ban was put into effect - the rain keeps people out of the bars, so she tends to recall on which nights it rained.
So really, it’s the fault of Manhattan barflies who smoke. 