It's been pouring all week here in Petticoat Junction. At this rate, we might want to look into building an ark. Actually, scratch that; I am allergic to a couple of animals, frightened by many others, and frankly squicked out by several more....
...a yacht! That's it, we need a yacht.
In the meantime, I guess we will just have to paddle along.
Unfortunately, the rain is jeopardizing our community's ability to host the District Baseball tournament this weekend. The boys are in first place in our league at the moment, which, should automatically qualify us to host, but, if the field is under water, that won't be the likely outcome.
The rain is also jeopardizing my plan to plant my vegetable garden, as I traditionally do so on Mother's Day weekend. Currently, we couldn't get a tiller in there without risking it sinking like the Skipper sank into quicksand in that one episode of Gilligan's Island (anyone else miss Gilligan's Island? Just me then? Oookay...).
I'm also less than enthusiastic about shopping for the flowers for my porch boxes and the vegetable plants for the garden; choosing blooms in a downpour would be less than pleasant, me thinks.
So, I guess we will just have to wait it out. I can't imagine the storms lasting too terribly much longer, I mean, am I right?
Please, someone, tell me I'm right.