Right now, I'm watching the worst thunderstorm I've ever seen in Pleasantville.
Oh. And the lights just flickered off. Then back on. Please, please, please let them stay on.
So this is a derecho, huh? Well, get used to them, I say.
In fact, this is one of the worst thunderstorms I've ever seen in my life, including the whoppers I saw in Florida.
But this is weird...it was here and ferocious for about fifteen minutes and now the rain is steady but not being pushed sideways by the wind. In the distance, I see lightning and thunder.
If this is what we've got to look forward to going forward, I have to say, I am not a fan.
Oh - it took the Stone Age two hours to catch up with me. I have my land line and my phone and two hours after connecting, I got a call asking, "Is the lady of the house at home?"
I said, "No" and put the phone down.
Ah, what I could have said.
"No, but when you find her, tell that bitch she owes me two thousand dollars."
"Oh, my God! We've been waiting for word of her for three days now!"
"No, but this is her lesbian lover. Please continue."
Inchoate scream.
The possibilities are endless.
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