(The Mighty Kymm--you'll not see nothing like!)


29 December

So, on Monday there was a giant rainstorm in LA, but driving to Desert Hot Springs, we missed it. Watching the news Monday night it was all about the rain and the storm and the giant rain and much raininess, and we were all, "Ha ha, we missed it!"

But when we woke up yesterday morning, the rain had begun. And boy howdy, had it ever begun! Just to let you know how much it was raining, you know the two hour drive to Desert Hot Springs? It was a five hour drive back. That's a five hour drive back. Five. Hours.

Now admittedly, we stopped in Pasadena to get our parking passes for the Parade, and got turned around and drove in the wrong direction for quite a while on two separate occasions, but that does not account entirely for the three hour difference, most of it was due to that damned rain.

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When we finally got home, exhausted and irritated, there was a blackout. Now that's what I call a rainstorm.

We found candles, and put them all over the house, and of course Mom not only has a great mag flashlight, but it has batteries in it and works and everything, so it's much different than having a blackout at my house.

We waited a while for the lights, fortunately we weren't hungry, and decided just to go to bed early, because as I have said in the past, blackouts are boring, but then the lights came back on, so we decided to stay up.

And judging by how many things didn't record on the VCR, I'm darn glad that we did go to Desert Hot Springs, because even if it did mean driving for five hours in the rain, that was better than staying home in the dark for fifteen hours or so!

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Today's horoscope:
You don't like everything you see, but it happens no matter what you think. Insulate yourself with distance. Far from all disturbance, you'll do what seems right to you. The contrast makes you look that much better.

One year ago today:
Should I say that if I have to sing "O Come All Ye Faithful" and "Hark! The Herald Angels Sing" exclusively one more time I will slit my through and the blood will flow up the aisle and stain the altar forever, or is that too much?

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