Nothing like a cold, wet ass to start your morning off right.

Damn if it hasn’t seemed to rain every flipping day here for the last month, and damn if I didn’t forget to roll my window up for the umpteenth time last night.

Did I hear the rain? Nope. Such is my soundproof castle.

As a direct result of my own boundless stupidity, I hopped in the Jeep this morning to find that not only had it rained, but the wind blew the rain in the exact right direction to soak everything on the drivers side – all Mother Nature needed was an inch and a half of opportunity and she could rock. My. World.

One towel, a stop for coffee and a 5 minute commute later, my lower back and the backs of my claves are wet…but my bootie has managed to dry.

As my mother used to say “if you eat a toad for breakfast each morning, nothing worse can go wrong all day.”

I hope so.