dear atlanta,
i'm pretty certain that we have all forgotten what the sun and dry pavement look like. please stop the craziness that fooled poor tom in to thinking that we were in the midst of a hurricane yesterday. the housekeepers are here this thursday afternoon and i'm sure hoping that i dont have four wet paws tracking in the rain water making perfect prints all along the hardwoods immediately after they clean. on another not so pleasent note, there are hundreds of displaced frog jumping around in the streets getting run over left and right. it smells like wet amphibians in the subdivision. that's gross. we are still a couple of months away from the doom and gloom that is winter; not to mention my hair is a curly mess given all of the humidity. a little sun, if you will.
thanks,
b.s.
