Splish Splash

Fianlly! We are getting some rain. Although there has to be some sort of middle ground between drought and deluge. We have received over 2 inches of rain in some places around here this weekend. And because of it all, I have lost a sock. Not there should normally be much of a connection between rain and socks other than wet feet, but my dog (I love my dog) has been staying inside with me during the day while I am sleeping. I must assume that she has gotten bored, since I have officially fixed every part of her fence where her friends have tunnelled through to come play and she has been grounded to my room with the weather. However, yesterday she found one of my best socks. And when I awoke, it was hardly recognizeable as footwear. As I type this, she is on her back, paws in the air shredding the last remains. Have I mentioned that I love my dog?
As far as the rain goes, my job requires me to be outside most of the evening. This was a blast. Rain, lightning, millions of gallons of water and metal grates to stand on. Lovely. As far as I know, there have yet to be any employees turn crispy from this situation, but I also remember a general rule of electricity. Don't mix it with water.
On a completely different note, I could care less about NASCAR. The only thing that interest me about it is one of my best friends would like to be a driver, and I have assisted him in the past in creating a proposal for a few companies to sponsor him to be a driver. As interesting as that was, listening to fans all night long gives me a headache. I have recently acquired a new coworker. He is a fan. Last night I had a coworker come in to fill in for my boss. He is a fan. These two support different people. My ears are ringing. IDGARA. If I hear another insult about the way someone drives, I may do something irrational.
And here is my checkered flag...