(Title should be read with sarcasm and bitterness.)
Yes, hurricane season officially begins today and of course we woke up to a downpour. Which brought back unpleasant memories of last June when it rained every day for three weeks straight. (Poured.) Anyhow, lucky us, the Atlantic is predicted to have a "bad to extremely bad" hurricane season as I heard the official statement on the news the other night. They say it's an 85% of being a worse than normal hurricane season, record-setting even. Oh hurray.
If you live anywhere in the eastern half of the United States, be prepared for me to show up on your doorstep one day when I have to run for my life.
In other depressing news, as I sit here typing, still in my gym clothes, Phoenix is grabbing any exposed back or underarm fat and saying "ew!" Where did that come from? Yeah, thanks a lot. That makes me feel loads better after just having tested my body fat for the first time since high school. What was I thinking? Why didn't I just let myself live in blissful ignorance that it was still the same as it was then??
Oh good grief. Now I have a bed full of cornflakes. Seriously? I can't type for FIVE minutes?!