This, in a word, is hell.
Ever since the frogs started raining down over a week ago, it's been
impossible to get anything done. The dog
can’t go outside, so…things…are backing up, as they say. The Boy, unable to attend school, has gone
feral. Sweetie…well, it’s just
heartbreaking the way our marriage remains thoroughly unaffected….
At least the brimstone started coming down good-n-hard, today, so that
should clear up the frogs and insects.
(The locust and flies have been competing for
space, but in their Darwinian struggles, they’re getting glitter EVERYWHERE.) Alas, there goes the brand new wicker patio furniture. I imagine Williams-Sonoma will still expect
us to pay. Thankfully, our homeowner’s
policy covers Acts of a Vengeful God.
I don’t know how much longer I can resist. The conversion power of The.GAY was
underestimated, if anything. They’ve
been more persistent than Jehovah’s Witnesses…and better groomed. Even now, I can wear nothing but organic
cotton/linen blend V-necks and skinny jeans (though the boils make custom fittings a VERY painful
process). And that shawl collared
cardigan…it calls to me….
I fear June 1st….
I fear fer ‘Mer’kuh…
SAVE YOURSELVES…you fools!
