Our street has become a river. No shit. Whenever the rain becomes particularly bad for a few minutes at a stretch, our street becomes curb-to-curb water. I pity the poor people who drive cars through this crap! Of course, those of us who are on foot would probably have an even harder time. I choose to stay inside with dry feet.
Damn. Should have gotten our gutters cleared out before the rainy season. I have muttered this to myself innumerable times this winter.
In other news, after reading a kind comment from
Geez. Sometimes I write things in this journal that make perfect sense to me, often references that I find amusing or apropos, and then afterward I wonder whether I should explain them so that I don't seem all pretentiously obscure. But y'all know Evelyn Wood, right? She of the speed-reading classes?
As Mr. Douglas (AP English teacher during my senior year of high school) used to say, a joke explained is a joke lost. Perhaps I should just make my obscure little references just as I would in my private diary, to amuse myself, and let the rest of you flounder helplessly in an ocean of Kimberlyness. Doesn't seem sporting, though.
In other other news, I have decided to amuse myself by submitting an icon to the

Hey! While I've been writing this journal entry, the rain has slowed to a trickle! Woo hoo! Rain rain go away, come again some other day. Oh ... wait ... except that I have to leave the house and wander all over town tomorrow, and I'd rather not get rained on then. So ... uh ... rain, stick around today, and leave me alone tomorrow. Damn. That one doesn't rhyme. And everyone knows the weather gods only listen to rhymed requests. Hmmm. Rain rain, stick around today ... take a hike tomorrow, while I'm away?