The Rain King Cometh

He parketh his ass right over the Ozarks.  I, for one, am not impressed.  What I am is stuck.  Stuck at my house thanks to this mess:

Perhaps I should not be complaining considering that even though I cannot get out, I am safe and warm inside as opposed to stranded in a car or watching my house flood. 

I had to call in to work today because we can’t get out.  It’s my 2nd week at a new job.  I feel infinitely stupid for having to call in, but they were super nice about it.  My son could not go to school and Tuesday is hubby’s regular day off, so he didn’t have to worry about it.  I suspect he will have to worry about it in the morning, though, because unless it quits raining soon, we won’t be getting out tomorrow either.

We have survived being stuck at home together quite nicely.  I figured being stuck at home without the option of leaving would drive us all crazy, but other than a serious lack of Dr. Pepper (no migraine, no migraine), we did pretty well.

Do you know why I keep writing?  I keep thinking I’ll come up with a funny way to end this blog.  There’s feet of water in my field, horses all stuck up on the hill, haven’t seen the heeler this entire day and my driveway is washed out, so I think I’ll skip funny and just flip a big ole fat bird to the king…