So there was Bossy, last night, bowl of popcorn on her lap and glass of wine teetering on the windowsill, all set to watch her Philadelphia Phillies smoke the last of the Tampa Bay Rays to win the World Series. Meanwhile o’er the land fell a rain; a
Rain
Houston, We Got Rain.
It’s raining. Actually it isn’t raining now, but it’s been raining. Rain rain rain. Bossy will tell you all about it later today, after she returns from the campground’s Science Center where Bossy and her daughter will be making bead bracelets, which come to think of it doesn’t seem very sciencey. But at least it’s…
Yet Another Little Known Fact.
Just outside of Bossy’s back porch, the rain falls in sheets.