re: #122 CleverToad

OT: Fifteen minutes ago it was bone dry in my front yard, just a minor rumble of thunder. Now the gutters are spilling over. I think this little storm qualifies as what my ex-Texan spouse refers to as a ‘frog strangler.’

I don’t have to water tonight (does the happy dance)

When I crossed over the Texas border when I moved here from Chicago in 1973 (with a cat and a boa constrictor) I stopped at a middle-of-nowhere gas station for a fill. Black stormy clouds approaching, the gas station guy sez “oooo-eeee looks like a turd floater comin’. You be careful, little girl!”

They’ve been turd floaters to me ever since and the memory of that guy still makes me grin.