- June 30, 2008
- filed under David Conrad, Eye rolls, Hot Burghers, Matt Lamanna, Pirates, The Damn Pigeons
Dear WeatherPeople of the Burgh:
I’ll believe this forecast when the sun actually shows up for more than two hours without running away screaming from the giant blackish purple clouds of doom and hail and HAHA! Let’s go mess with PittGirl’s new Dish TV/HD set-up and show that tripod-mounted sissy satellite dish who’s boss.
I’m tired of it.
I’m tired of looking at the forecast to see that today, just today, it will storm … followed by four days of sun. Every single day. And the sun never comes to stay. The forecast just keeps changing. Oh, did we say it would be sunny on Sunday? Yeah, that’s not happening. But it will be sunny on Monday. Sunday is going to be the usual hail and shit.
Oh, did we say it would be sunny on Monday? Yeah, funny thing about Monday …
I’m tired of enjoying myself at a party, sitting outside having a nice conversation with my imaginary self-united husbands, just to look to the west and see the now commonplace ominous curtain of purple moving in rapidly — so fast that we’re suddenly pelted with mini-hail, and David Conrad grabs his book and takes off running all, “With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, A foolish thing was but a toy, For the rain it raineth every day.”
Daniel will look very puzzled and say, “I don’t get why you had to marry him, too. He makes no sense. Like ever.” and then he gently picks me up and runs for cover while punting pigeons left and right and Matt jogs alongside holding the umbrella muttering, “You think he’s bad? She’s thinking about marrying Doug Mientkiewicz, too.”