rain, rain, go away

I don't want to go to work. But it's Remax night, and I gotta... which means driving to work in rush hour traffic in the rain. (No one in Houston can drive in the rain. No one.

I want to stay home and be read poetry and fed grapes and cheddar apples, 'cause god knows I've already got the whine.

*pout* Somebody, pet me.