Rain, rain, go away

In the Seven Cities over the past two weeks, it seems like it has rained every day. Sometimes torrential downpour, sometimes light mist, but always and incessantly wet. When I walk outside, I should feel “lovely Spring day” and instead I feel England. This never-ending monsoon has its upsides though. The grass in my back yard has flourished like a bumper crop of summer wheat and with no dry days to mow, it has reached knee high. Were it not for the GPS chip we implanted into our son [Ed. Note - gotta love that little cyborg], I no doubt would have lost him out there. Hurray for baby LoJack!

Okay – just kidding about the GPS thing.