Jeesh tadpoles...this is getting ridiculous.
It is raining yet again. We are well over what we needed to make up for the drought conditions and are now approaching flood proportions. I am not kidding. I don't mind the rain as it makes for great sleeping/napping weather - nothing like the pitter pat of rain on the roof and the gray skies for a darkened room, but gang?
IT IS JUNE. It is 60 degrees right now and I think the doggies are developing webbed feet. [Okay, okay the Chessie already has them and LOVES this weather, but the Nazi? Not so much.]
Everything is lush and green, but really? I need some sunny weather and warmth.
For example? It has become chilly enough I had to pull my trusty heating pad out of the closet where I had stashed it in May because, y'know? It was SUPPOSED to be warm. It is perched on my lap as I type this just to assure at least a few appendages are toasty. BAH!
All this damp and cold just does not play nice with Skippy and her pains. Off to take another pill - if anyone wants to email me that would be great - but I can't guarantee my coherency in, oh, about an hour. Giggle.