Tuesday, December 07, 2004

Comeon' now, don't be a baby...

I’ve been suffering with what my mama used to call the ‘creeping crud.’ That is any aliment that cannot otherwise be defined. "I'm feeling much better now."

For the past four days I’ve been anxiously awaiting the rain being promised by local weathermen. They made it sound like it was going to storm for a week. We woke today to a slight drizzle. Nonetheless, when I got to work today I found about 5 cars when there are normally a least 20. I heard there are accidents all over the place.

A little water goes a long way around here.