We had some storms blow in late last night and into this morning that made for a restless night of sleeping.

When I left the house this morning, late of course, I figured there would be flooded spots in the road and I’d have to take my time. Which didn’t bother me. I’m never in a hurry to get to work.

One of the main roads where I live was blocked off by a cop car. I’m guessing that the road was either severely flooded or washed away completely. It’s been washed away several times so it wouldn’t surprise me if that’s what happened this time. There’s a small creek that I cross every morning and it was high. This also happens anytime we get any amount of rain. This creek overflows its banks and creeps into a pasture. I’m half expecting to see cows going for a swim one day.

Once I got onto the main road out of the ‘hood’, I got stuck behind a trash truck. At first I thought, “No big deal. I’m not in a hurry.” But when the truck only went 15mph and stopped at every flippin’ driveway along the 5 mile road…it got a little irritating.

The rain had pretty much stopped by the time I got to work. Now the sun is trying to come out but the storm clouds are lingering. They say we may get more this evening.

Oh boy, oh boy…I just can’t wait.

I think we're gonna half to dig out the canoes and paddles


On a completely different note…..

I was talking to my mama last night about this and that and the following conversation came out of nowhere:

MAMA: “So, you’re brother……..(and this is what she calls him…she never calls him by his name when she’s talking to me…it’s always ‘your brother’……good thing I don’t have two…I’d be more confused than I am now)……..IS going out of town on Sunday……… (like I am in on the story or something…I don’t have a clue)……….When he asked me out to dinner for Mother’s Day, he forgot that he had plans to go out of town. I had to call to remind him that it WAS Sunday that he was leaving.

ME: *chuckles* “Well you know your son, he’d forget his ass if it wasn’t attached. I’m surprised he even remembers what he’s going out of town for.”

MAMA: “Oh, he’s going to bike week. He told me. He’s supposed to leave Sunday and come back Tuesday. Him and J are going.” (I roll my eyes and make a face…thinking….I didn’t ASK where he was going and who he was going with because I don’t care and then I think that I am soo going to hell for making faces at my mother, even though she can't see me………rolls eyes again for such a silly thought…..thinks hell would be preferable to this conversation……rolls eyes again)

ME: “Do you have to work this weekend?”…..(My not so clever way of trying to change the subject )

MAMA: “Yeah, I do. I was thinking about taking Sunday as my day of rest but then I decided to go ahead and work. With real estate taxes coming up, I could use the extra money. They really burned my ass this year.”

ME: “Yep, they burned everybody. I don’t’ blame ya a bit for working. I’d work too if I could. I could use some extra money myself.”

MAMA: “I know you could babe. I think we all could right now. By the way….what time did you say you wanted me to meet you.”

ME: *chokes, spits, coughs* “Meet me for what?”……….(plays dumb, trying to collect my thoughts before my mouth overloaded my ass)

MAMA: “Dinner. Didn’t you say we were going out to eat for Mother’s Day?”

ME: *clenches teeth, rolls eyes yet again*
“Did I say that? Damn, I must be getting old and forgetful like your son……….(deep breath)….You said you get off at 4:00, right?”

MAMA: “Yeah, I should be out of here by 4:20 or 4:30. I could meet you somewhere…ohhh…let’s say…….about 5:00. Would that work?”

ME: *bangs head on hood of truck* “Sure, that’s fine. 5:00 sounds good.”......(liar, liar....dumbass)

MAMA: “By the way….where are we going?”

ME: “Burger King”

I was pretty much done at that point. Nowhere in that conversation or any previous conversation did I ask her out to dinner. I was GOING to ask her to go anyway but she beat me to it and that just pissed me off. Why, I don’t know. She’s my mama. The only one I have and it IS Mother’s Day. It’s just the way she went about inviting herself that ruffled my feathers.

I wonder if the Burger King crown comes in some pretty pastel colors.