Welp, it rained...and rained hard.

2 quick facts about me & summer.

1. I don't wear a watch.
2. I don't check the weather.

I went to a birthday cookout for a friend. Started at 3. Got there at 4. Had all intention of leaving at 5:30.

Welp, then it rained. It didn't rain, it poured. And, poured.

I was cozy at the table talking to some friends. I didn't move, because it was raining too hard to drive. I was enjoying the mound of grapes in front of me and the glass of wine.

I finally departed after 8. Hopped on 29. I don't think that I've ever seen 29 almost flooded the whole way. The ditches were brimming.

Saw that I had 4 missed calls from Daddy, called to say Hi. Where was he in this storm? Not at home, at Target. He wanted to know if I wanted any frozen foods because they're on sale. Smirk.

Moral of the Story: Summertime is meant to not be on time. Summertime is meant for you to meander your day. Or maybe that's just the weekend?