A Downpour of the Torrential Nature

Hellooo, Monday.  I want desperately to go back to bed and maybe we can chat again on Tuesday, k?

There is something wrong with the East Coast.  I haven't seen this much rain in ages.  I keep checking out the window to make sure there is no mass two by two exodus.  (Boy didn't get this joke, so I may have to grab me a different mate if it comes to it, any takers?)

I was going to write a long post about all the things I have to be grouchy about, but that's not terribly productive.  So I'll just whine about the rain a little more and go be grouchy by myself.

Seriously?  Fairfax always has the worst rain.  I am not counting on a particularly pleasant drive home from class today.

However, I'm also not going to be like the jackass on the local news last night who drove his car through over 3 feet of standing water, stalled it out badly, and then fussed all over the news that a tow truck still hadn't come for him.  As a general rule, I think one should not drive in water over one's headlights.  Fool.

Grumble.

OH! I did get to meet a "vendor of evil" over the weekend.  That was cool and not grumbly at all!  I was at a winery in rural Virginia (fairly close to where I grew up, actually) with the Boy and his co-workers for a behind-the-scenes industry tour.  We met the lovely Italian wine maker, Luca, who was soft-spoken yet witty and absolutely full of knowledge.  He's also a very pious man who was late to meet us for lunch as church had not let out.  Of course, he was even later because he has been forced to attend a church a ways away in the nearest town.  The local Baptist churches have asked him not to return because, as a wine maker, he is a "vendor of evil."

Yeah, come to think of it, that makes me pretty grumbly, too.  Bastards.