Apparently I now live in the rain forest as the last two nights have brought rains that have resembled what Noah saw back in the day or the storm I found myself driving in with the Amigos in Florida a year ago.
The result of these storms has been spotty reception from my DirecTv last night and the loss of innings 3-6 tonight. Which wasn't exactly a bad thing as Cliff Lee was dominant, Beckett wasn't, and the Sox squeezed out 2 hits in a 5-0 loss. But that wasn't what I was referring to as being not a bad thing.
For the entire time my Dish was "Looking for a signal" as Trot reminded me every 3 seconds, I sat on the couch with Heckle and Jeckle and we just talked.
Rather, Trot talked NONSTOP while Rakes merrily played his DS and I tried not to bust out laughing in front of them. Trot, worn out from the pool but due to bad managing from acting dugout chief Ang had fallen asleep BEFORE supper and not after, meaning he was recharged and ready to roll.
So for about an hour I listened to him pontificate on matters such as thunder turning Sponge Bob's arm into rocks, why did the Red Sox play in Boston, what time did I go to bed and when he turned 18 like me could he eat Tabasco sauce all the while poking me in the leg with a antennae Rakes had broken off of a remote control car.
It hit me about 25 minutes in that it would probably be a wise investment to install the house with security cameras in every room, rolling 24 hours a day, for that elusive $100,000 Funniest Home Videos moment that happens around here about a dozen times a day.