It is MONSOON season in Central Florida. Seriously. We tend to have wet weather quite often--every day at 4:00 pm during the summer--but the past week has been ridiculous. Suddenly, we're Seattle. We're talking rain every day, all day, for the past seven days. The Weather Channel isn't predicting any change for the next week. Scattered thunderstorms every day through June 14, and that day might be partly cloudy. Might be.
The National Hurricance Center says that all the rain might be a good thing. Apparently, all the really nasty hurricanes like Andrew and Charley hit when we have much-lower-than-average rainfall in the Sunshine State. Too much sunshine, and you get whacked by a 125+-mph vortex of doom. Great.
I don't know that this week's weather is any better. We'll be hacking our way out of the weeds with machetes at this rate. My hair is exploded. That's the only word for it. Exploded. Natural curls and humidity are not a pretty combination. As a bonus insult, we don't even get a break when it stops raining--none of that freshened air feeling for us, no siree, Bob. More temperatures in the 90s and ridiculous humidity. Your makeup melts off before you can get out of the house good.
Sunshine would be nice, Lord. I love mushrooms, but on my pizza, thanks. I don't want to turn into one myself.
Sunday, June 05, 2005
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