The perfect job
Weather guys, Thursday before holiday weekend: "Perfect weekend! Sunny, not very hot. Slight chance of rain late Sunday night."
Weather guys, Friday of holiday weekend: "Perfect weekend! Sunny, not very hot. Slight chance of rain late Sunday night."
Weather guys, Saturday of holiday weekend: "Perfect weekend! Sunny, not very hot. Slight chance of rain late Sunday night."
Weather guys, Sunday morning of holiday weekend, apparently after having looked out window: "Cloudy, slight chance of rain during the day. Storms overnight."
*looks at sheets of rain which have been coming down all morning, sighs*
Nephew and I have decided being a weather forecaster must be about the perfect job. You can be wrong all the time and yet continue to be paid.
Cookout is still going on. We'll just cook the food inside. *scowls at 'cloudy' conditions; wishes I could send it somewhere where it's needed*
Weather guys, Friday of holiday weekend: "Perfect weekend! Sunny, not very hot. Slight chance of rain late Sunday night."
Weather guys, Saturday of holiday weekend: "Perfect weekend! Sunny, not very hot. Slight chance of rain late Sunday night."
Weather guys, Sunday morning of holiday weekend, apparently after having looked out window: "Cloudy, slight chance of rain during the day. Storms overnight."
*looks at sheets of rain which have been coming down all morning, sighs*
Nephew and I have decided being a weather forecaster must be about the perfect job. You can be wrong all the time and yet continue to be paid.
Cookout is still going on. We'll just cook the food inside. *scowls at 'cloudy' conditions; wishes I could send it somewhere where it's needed*