A Little Rain Never Hurt Anyone

A friend of mine who recently moved back to Minnesota from Los Angeles once said that it never really rains in Southern California, the sky just gets a little wet and people start freaking out.

Truer words were never spoken.

This morning, however, it actually is raining. I mean buckets. It woke me up more times last night than the baby did! I can't say that I am all too upset about it though, because sometimes even all this sunshine is a bit depressing.

That being said, it is a quarter after 5 in the a.m. and a quite b-e-a-utiful morning. Not really cold, but not warm. Just perfect for drinking coffee on the covered patio, listening to the deep restful breaths of my son as he sleeps in his buggy.

We've actually had a lot of rain in Los Angeles so far this year. No real forest/brush fires to speak of this year either, so the dip shits who build their houses in the mountains/burn areas should have nothing to complain about. Dumbasses. They build their homes in areas that are known for catching on fire, bitch about losing their homes. and then bitch about all the rain sweeping down the barren hillside, washing their "dreams" away. Boo hoo. Too bad, so sad. As you can see, I have no sympathy for the idiots.

It is days like these that really make me miss all the fun weather that Minnesota has. Wind, rain, thunder storms, tornadoes. I'd actually prefer a good tornado over an earthquake any day (Not that I have ever experienced a good earthquake before. Still waiting for the "big one" to come.).

I guess you could say that I really just miss Minnesota all together. The people, the "traffic", my friends and family. Either that, or I am just getting sick of all of the jackasses who, when there happens to be a little weather going on, crash their BMWs and Mercedes into each other and make a ten mile commute that would normally take an hour (gah!) turn the 405 into a parking lot.

Now the rain is letting up. My son still sleeps, as does everyone else in my home. I'm happy to report that Margaret and Mike made it here safely and didn't end up pancaked between luxury cars on the interstate.

Now back to the coffee I love so much and listening to the last remnants of rain trickle down.