I Wanna Know, Have You Ever Seen The Rain?

OK. I get it. I don't need any more tutorials. I have figured this whole thing out and now the lessons can stop. Seriously.

I can prove it. Listen:

Rain is wet. It falls from the sky. It makes the flowers grow until there is too much and then it drowns them. If you don't close your windows, the rain will come inside and then you have to mop the floor and the cats. The sound of it is lovely for nodding off to sleep, but can also cause rampant peeing. Especially if it is a really hard rain that comes swooshing down the gutters like a waterfall. That is particularly inspiring to the middle aged bladder...

See? The rain can stop now. Weeks of rain is really enough for me to get the point. Any more and I fear I will become stupid and how is that going to help my rain knowledge base? I can already tell that my IQ has dropped a few points. I used to be able to do things like leave the house and interact with others. Now all I can do is sit around and wonder where my will to move went. I also wonder where my size 1 dpns went because I used to have five million of them and now I don't. I only have the one set of metal ones and that is nowhere near the five million wooden ones I had before the rain made me stupid.

On the other hand, sitting at home with no will to leave the couch has its good points. Even though I am now incredibly stupid and have a brain that needs to be periodically wrung out, I still seem to have figured out the secret to finishing knitting projects. Apparently, you have to actually knit. You need to do this for extended periods of time and suddenly...voila! You have made progress!! Within mere days of starting a sock, you are suddenly at the heel flap!

I suppose it also doesn't hurt that I can't find my size 1 dpns and am knitting this on 2s. That could account for some of the forward momentum...

Yes, it is the good ol' Broadripple pattern again. And yes, this also means I am randomly yelling out "Brrrrrripple!!!" every now and again because I simply cannot think of this pattern by its correct name. Bripple is just ever so much more fun to say and even more fun to shout from the couch when you can't really summon up the will to do anything else requiring energy.

Even with my recent insights into knitting greatness, I still think I have had enough with the rain. I don't think it is helping anything any more. The gardens should be in good shape for the foreseeable future and the rest of us could use some color. Not to mention what this is doing to our vitamin D situation. I probably have rickets by now...

When you look at all the data, I think that I am safe in saying that it can stop raining. I have learned all I can about precipitation, knitting and how the bellowing of the word, "Brrrrripple!" affects the average house cat. I'm good. And I can't help but worry about the loss of brain cells. I'd hate for my last intelligent thought to be about Bripple Socks, as much as I love them.

I would like to see some sun now. Please?

SA