The weatherman
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Mrs. George is watching local weather.
The weather babe is talking about what's going on in the gulf coast, in California and in Florida.
"Goddammit! I want to know exactly two things from the weatherman:
- Is it going to rain/snow tomorrow?
- What are tomorrow's temps going to be?"
Gotta say, I agree.
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I've had boomers and soaking rain off and on all day. About an hour ago, out of the comparatively quiet blue came a !!!CRRRACK!!! so stupendously loud that I jumped and shouted bad words. Got to wondering if primitive man, the first time they experienced that, died in the droves from sheer shock and fright.
August is putrid for weather. I'm done. If this shit doesn't stop Ima write a letter and I'm not kidding.
