Rain, rain, go away...

and don't return.

St. Louis is not a city at home with its precipitation. Apparently, the instant that water starts its mysterious descent to the ground, every single driver on the road turns into someone’s eighty-year-old grandma who can’t see and drives 10 miles under the speed limit, while simultaneously running red lights and swerving in between two lanes every few seconds without signaling.
To say it is immensely frustrating for a clearly fantastic driver such as myself (ahem) is an understatement.

As I was walking from the Metrolink towards campus today, a guy passed me headed towards the Metrolink on his cell phone. I overheard a tiny bit as we bulleted in opposite directions towards dryness,
“It’s raining and people here drive like…”
…in a very irritated tone of voice. It made me grin, because I know exactly what he’s talking about.

Also, maybe you haven’t heard about this, but I’m kind of short. Not freakish or anything, but I’m a hair under 5’4”. I’m too tall to wear petite/short jeans, and too short for average jeans… I’d rather have my pants too long than too short, so I end up with dragging hems everywhere I go. Result: cuffs wet to about mid-calf in the back. Feels reeeally good. And I never replaced my last umbrella (apparently, I’m really hard on my umbrellas), so I’ve got that sexy, frizzy, my-hair-has-been-wetted-and-then-air-dried-several-times-in-a-row look. Obviously, I’m still working it, though.

Anyway, test-o-rama tomorrow. And I just volunteered myself to do a presentation a week early, so it’ll be during the week following Thanksgiving... like I don’t have enough work to do that week. I get the whole week off for Thanksgiving, so hopefully I’ll end up doing lots of fun and exciting things and there will be fantastic content that whole week.
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Heh. I somehow doubt y’all are that gullible.