rain.

When I was little I loved the rain. My friends and I would go run around and jump in puddles and it was so much fun. Now that I am all old I don't enjoy the rain. Rain makes the shit in the yard grow. And I don't mean 'shit' literally, Greg Brady. I mean the weeds and the grass. It makes me feel like I should mow or cut down weeds. And then I don't mow or cut down weeds and I feel lazy and shitty. The other thing rain does is flood roads. Last night a pretty bad storm came through. As I was driving home from work at 9 or so I noticed traffic on I-94 slowing down. I realized why when I saw the big-ass semi in front of me slam on the brakes and then drive slowly through a lot of water. All over the road. Sometimes I don't think very clearly after being at work for 13 hours. I realized that there was no way around the puddle and backing up on the freeway isn't all that safe. My next thought was, "well, the semi got through so it can't be that bad." I don't drive a semi. I wish I did. That's why I'm getting a masters degree in social work, you know. Half-way through the puddle the semi's wake washed up on the hood of my little car. That's not fun! I made it through. And feeling like a badass, when I came upon the next small pond in the road where there is construction on Gratiot, I plowed right through that, too. I'm pretty sure one of these days I'm going to get stuck in the middle of a giant puddle. Maybe I should put a raft in my car just in case.

That was a really long story about nothing. Sorry.