08-20-08

Tropical Storm Fay & the Technicolor Dream Foul Weather Coat Sponsored by WestMarine

It went a little something like this…

F: La, la, la…oh, look over there —> Melbourne. That looks nice. I think I’ll SIT HERE a while.

The end.

And so the heavens opened up and the roads were full of big SPLISH! And I was sick. And in my squeaky no-voice I begged D to let me go play (outside of the car which we drove up and down streets JUST TO SEE how stuck we could get). And he said “no.” and it was not good. And so women, being of sound mind and unsound body, did negotiate. And it was so.

D: Ye can go swim in the mighty river-streets if ye wear this…techni-color rain gear.

And it was so.

And so she played in the puddle and did think it swell.

S: Gee, this is swell.

And then they came to where the rivers ran over their banks and the water ran red (with Brakish delight).

And it was not swell.

S: This sucks and is not swell.

The End