Miss Begotten is one of my pet names for myself, for Southern Gothic reasons best kept to myself. Miss Begotten tries to speak plainly, but sometimes she tends to babble -- parenthetically, of course. It's never my intention to offend (and usually that's true - except on those [maybe not so] rare occasions when I mean it very friggin' much) but it sometimes happens, so if you're unusually easily offended...
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Rain On
Rain settled in last night and will be around for the next couple of days. I'm not a fan of country music, but I love rainy nights; hence, the song choice.
I used to get, um, hormonal on rainy nights. A rainy night and a full moon, whoa mama. Well. My hormones have had to get hobbies these days to keep 'em out of trouble. Whatever. I still love a rainy night; they make me sleep like the late lamented dead.
Happy Hump Day!
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9 comments:
I'm glad someone's getting rain. Send some our way!! Happy Hump Day!! xo
So...?
Are you saying you get wet when it rains?
Just asking...:-)
Happy Hump Day, Marion. I'm sending you some rain but I have a feeling it'll be dry by the time it gets there.:-)
xo
Don't you, Mr. Gee? It's kind of the nature of rain, you know?:P
HAPPY HUMP DAY,
SERENA JOY!
hey, you didn't think i'd miss it!?!
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Happy Hump Day, /t. Of course, I didn't think you'd miss it!;)
You get hormonal in the rain? Hmmm. Rain at altitude must be pretty docile...I just get wet.
I think it's probably a girl thing, Skunk. We can get hormonal over the stupidist stuff. Like chocolate.:)
You and Eddie are obviously not automotive insurance adjusters. They despise bad weather.
That's true, Pugsley. Eddie and I are weird that way.;)
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