I decided earlier in the week to take Wednesday off; I'd been working a lot, and I really felt like I needed a break. I was going to the beach! I mentioned this to my friend and she said, "No, you're not." Huh? "It's supposed to rain all day. You could go to a tanning parlor, though," she said, giving my pale skin the once-over.
I think it's been raining for at least 40 days and 40 nights around here. This morning, the local meteorologist said the cause of all the rain is the Jet Stream. Whatever. All I know is, I WANT TO GO TO THE BEACH! My husband says he's had it with me moaning about wanting to go to the beach. (I was doing it again at the dinner table last night.) "Go tomorrow," he said. "It's the last day you'll have to yourself all summer."
But, guess what? It's raining again.
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