It was still raining this morning when Mr. Sparky left for work at about 6:30am.
Know how I knew?
That is the time Jake the Jerk-Faced Dog began throwing his 13 pounds of canine wussiness against my bedroom door. Repeatedly.
I finally got up and let him in so he could slink under the bed and quiver. After all, the sky was falling, and everyone knows that when the sky is falling you’re safest under a bed.
Yeah, it doesn’t make any sense to me either.