7/31/05.  BLAME IT ON THE RAIN

~6:45 AM (dawn + 1 hr) -- Light shower woke me just in time for sunrise.  I went and kicked Rob awake.  (I'm up before him -- second sign of the apocalypse.)

I'm back up here to vent because IT'S ROB'S FAULT.

Yesterday:

R: You have to say something in The Cheese Voice.  [in-joke]  Say "Spree!"
B: [mishearing him] I'm not saying "Scree!"
R: Huh?
B: Talking about scree on the way up a mountain is like ... is like ... asking for a thunder shower while camping on a ridge!  It just isn't done!
R: ... ...
B: ...
R: ... I think a thunder shower would make things interesting.
B: *glower*

Last night, CLEAR SKIES (and we slept on the ridge).
This morning, LIGHT RAIN (and more to come).  Thanks Rob.
- Bax