So, we got some rain around these parts on Wednesday. And by “rain”, I mean a real knicker-twister of a storm that flashed the lightening and crashed the thunder as if an Immortal was beheaded late in the afternoon. Even better, The Quickening came with a heavy, drenching downpour of complimentary precipitation that, while not exactly slow and steady like the tortoise versus the hare, at least lasted for more than an hour. SO maybe there’s hope for my tomato plants yet.
The point, though, is it didn’t just rain, for a time it poured.
Which I personally find more than just a little ironic. Because while Wednesday was a bit less irritating than Tuesday, it certainly wasn’t all rainbows and unicorns.
Sure, there was good news: I managed to go the whole day without sacrificing any iced tea to either the pavement or the local insects. And hey, look,the van now has four (count them, four!) round rubber devices that hold air and everything!
But for course, dropping a wallet-full of hard-earned Benjamins on brand new tires unexpectedly still wasn’t quite enough to satisfy the (sometimes cruel) Fates. Thus, as I was driving home from work, the Puddinette called to inform me that, much like France facing a occupying force, our microwave had just given up completely. It was done. Gone. Crapped out. Kaput. Useless as third nipple.
Rather than curse, weep, or shake my first at the sky, though, I did something productive. I laughed at the ridiculousness of it all, and then started thinking about beer. Which lead to this new Hoperatives post about finding surprise new brews in the wilds, completely by accident.
The post just when up this morning. You should read it. You know, because it’s about beer. Also, I tried to be at least a little funny.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I believe I have to go look at microwave ovens.