Burns put it quite well. The rain patters on, and tonight it was all misty like the Loch Ness. 'Course, heaven forbid I should be driving along the 405 and spot a pleiosaur anywhere.
I would have the rain continue indefinitely. There is something so soothing about it trickling in the background, and then there is also my lifelong fascination with the movement of windshield wipers. Conversely, LA is starting to experience its own mini-tsunami with wrecked houses, mudslides, and a few fatalities in Ventura. OK, so I won't vouch for that, but I can look at the bright side: how uncharacteristically green everything will be when this weather spell passes!
As further proof that the calm order of the world has been unsettled, celebrity gossip-mongers collectively gasp that Brad and Jen are kaput. What I love is the inane press release that they will remain "caring and committed" friends. Tracy put it best: "For once, I'd like to see a press release that says, 'It ended horribly, as all relationships do, and they hate each other!'"
Tonight's mention of those things Scottish is dedicated to Dozer, in honor of his heritage.
posted by Lucy Sloan @ 11:35 PM
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