Bad weather gets oversold around here — yeah, yeah, I know, better safe than sorry and all that — but this is ridiculous. I managed to get wet yesterday, but that’s about it for Hurricane -> Tropical Storm -> Big Fat Wuss Earl. It didn’t even knock over this watering can. My cat does more damage.
I thank Earl for the excuse to goof off. I thank Earl for bringing in beautiful weather for the weekend. And I thank Earl for topping up the water barrel. But he has the wrong name. He should be called Eric, the not even a half a storm.
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