Wet Butt

Just felt like generating a little more traffic to my blog.

Today I discovered that a leaky windshield seal is numbered among my car's manifold charms. The rain drips in at the upper left-hand corner and soaks into the driver's seat. Well, I've just about had it with my car's manifold charms. In fact, I'm sick and tired - no - no - I'm exhausted with my car's manifold charms!

Sorry.

The first major rainfall in months has thrown everyone a little bit off. This morning, the Phantom Pharter ripped a huge one in the office kitchen area, even though everybody knows that's a Thursday morning event. It's supposed to be safe to go into the kitchen on a Tuesday. This might be a sign of the Apocalypse, I'm not sure.

He also showed up in our regular break spot, at our regular break time, both morning and afternoon, and made conversation with us briefly before darting away, with surprising spryness, through the rain, which did not, though some of today's happenings might have suggested otherwise, contain an unusually high concentration of frogs, not to imply that any concentration whatsoever of frogs would be normal, as it, in fact, would (not to put too fine a point on it) not.

And a good thing, too. The last thing my car needs is frogs.