On Sunday - we raced from the car to Starbucks because it was a freakin' torrential downpour. When we left Starbucks, the sun was breaking through.
We ran to the store in a flurry because The Dad said the selection show started at noon. So we literally ran through the store for necessities. We got home at 12:15, with the wind picking up, clouds racing by overhead and a temperature drop. And no selection show until 3 pm. Attention to times, details... not a huge priority for The Man. <Grrrrrrr!>
By the time I was done starting some laundry, making nachos and mac and cheese for the choosy kids choose cheese kid and settling in for a few DVR'd shows (now that the Selection Show wasn't on) it was raining sideways outside. Then it snowed. Then it hailed. Sun came out. Clouds moved in. Thunder rolled. Dogs barked. Sleet. Rain. More thunder, snow and the sun again.
Monday - Mother Nature merely just pissed on us. Mostly she just dropped her temperatures again and threw in some rain off and on.
Today. Well the wind that the forecasters said was going to start around 5 AM, came last night at 10 PM (shocker). It's windy out a bit today... but this morning when we went to the club it was 47 degrees and blowing a bit. When we left the club it was raining sideways again. Driving to work was just gray and drab and depressing and my temperature gauge said 36. A lovely 11 degree drop since 6AM. It was snowing while I was at work. The sun came out an hour ago. And while I typed this, it hailed.
There is nothing good about March in The Can. Nothing. In fact, Jeff and I are considering "getting married" in June in Vegas and moving our anniversary to that day.
I can only be thankful that my kids no longer play baseball. And that tennis isn't played in the rain. And that Zach is March's Pooper Scooper of the Month.
I hate this weather. I hate March.
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