Mostly about Weather In New England

Someone around here must have said something to piss off the gods because this rain is starting to feel personal. Anyone have any goats or virgins we can toss into a storm drain in lieu of a volcano? It's clear we must appease a higher power. I think my sinuses are mildewing. Ewwwwww.

I'm knee-deep in edits and a leaking basement so I'll just pimp yet another contest.

It's easier than Doug's but less lurid . . . maybe.

Here is your chance to win a $25.00 gift certificate to Barnes & Noble.
All you have to do is complete this sentence:
“I know romance readers are smarter because . . .”**

To enter just add your
comment here.

update--I moved this post up because it's the only one that'll show blog visitors a good time. (speaking of which, is it really illegal in Florida to have relations with porcupines?)

** The question ought to be who or what are romance readers smarter than? It's like those ads. Now! 25% better cleaning power! Hey if it drives statistics teachers nuts it can't be all bad, right?


  1. Yukiyu and Chango prefer chickens. In the hurricane zone, a debate rages on whether or not Popeye's Chicken or KFC -- or if it matters. I'm thinking KFC since Popeye's originate in Louisiana and clearly the storm gods are pissed with that state for some reason.

  2. I got some frozen chicken breasts. Maybe I'll just toss them into the pond that was my back yard.

    The dog would love that. . .

    If one more person says "at least it's not snow!" I'm going to lock them in my house with the three nutty boys and hyper dog.


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