Welp, it’s been raining all day, here…
So, I fire that most people are doing all the awesome, lazy-fatass things that you can do on rainy days. It’s the ultimate excuse to be an utter (otter? lol) and total walrus. This is how my brain works on rainy days:
- I should go for a run…
–Whoa, it’s raining. Can’t.
- Clean the garage?
-Nope. S’cold… and rainy.
- Do the dishes or bathe?
-No way, Jose! Lightning might strike, flow through the water pipes and kill me dead. Better not risk it. Dishes and hygiene can wait. Survival more important.
- Get groceries/run errands?
– And risk hydroplaning into a lightening bolt?
- Do my homework or think too much?
-Negative. The increased humidity has caused the graphite in my pencil to melt. Pens are made from metal and attract lightening.
- Do the bills?
-Can’t the increase in atmospheric pressure puts greater pressure on my brain, and body. Betta not risk a stroke, just-in-case.
- Eat? Sleep? Board Games? Drink? Cuddles?
-Yes, those are safe. I better be productive and do ’em awl.
There are much better things to do with rain. Eat cookies. Order pizza. Television. Cuddle up. Play board games. Build a cozy fire. Drink hot chocolate/tea/eggnog/coffee. Amirite?
Well, I pulled into my driveway after work planning the most epic hot chocolate, cookie, games, sleepy-time, cuddle-gasm my room has ever had. When I pull into my driveway, what do I see my roommate has elected to do with his free pass to be a fat ass?
Yeah, you read it correctly. Raking leaves. In the rain. the fuck?