The sounds of me sprouting feathers, coughing up feathers, growing webs between my fingers and toes... Of me becoming a duck.
I guess it was just too much to hope for. Too much to ask. Ungrateful me for hoping for more than 4 days WITHOUT rain in my little corner of North Alabama.
People complained LAST summer and preceeding years because we weren't getting enough rain. The "DROUGHT" was all we heard about when the nightly news was on. Well, I hope all those people are happy.
Now I wonder if we're all starting to feel just a little like the people who DIDN'T make it onto the Ark.
Not that I really know what gopher wood is but I think I'm going to start checking into it's availability and who's been buying it most recently.
And then I'm going to get on THAT guy's good side.