Whiny

This picture is deceiving.



This lovely picture of the Space Needle with Mount Rainier in the background had to have taken months to capture.

Simply because it doesn't stop raining.

So some poor schmuck photographer had to sit and wait, and wait, and wait until the weather cleared so that the department of tourism could have one picture that would both fool and entice travelers to venture out to Seattle.

It doesn't really rain that much, right?

Give me a break.

What is it about incessant, never stop, make me crazy enough to pull my hair out rain?

Why can't I get used to this darn weather and finally realize that I need to carry an umbrella with me everywhere if I want to both live here and curl my hair?

That I should just adopt the local custom of only wearing black since there are no rays of sunshine to be absorbed by dark clothing anyway?

That I should purchase a pair of Keens, wear them with wool socks, and forget any summery clothing that involves flip flops, sandals or anything where my feet will get wet?

That I need to erect a jungle gym in my garage so that my children have somewhere to play during the 250 days a year it rains here?

That I need full rain gear to be able to train for the 10K in July?

That the only reason I look like I've had any sun is because I have stupid Fifth's disease and have to endure possibly another month of looking like I have a sunburn on my arms?

And why do I have question marks at the end of those statements?

Why? Because I want an answer dang it!

What I wouldn't give for an entire week of sunshine. Just one week to pull me out of the tail spin into depression that I'm in.

That's all I ask, is to look out the window and see blue skies and sunshine for one week.

Then I promise I won't whine for at least the 7 days after that.

Yeah right.