Instead of going to all of the bother to do a rain dance American Indians should have just washed their horses.

This morning I washed my BMW.

I have just been at Tom Thumb to get some Miller Chill, organic orange juice, and trash bags. Therefore, it was a quick in and out - I was not taking the scenic route.

When I came out of Tom Thumb, not five minutes after I went in, I noticed that the sky was very gray. I picked up my stride hoping to get the newly washed Bimmer back home before the sky opened up. Of course, as soon as I got out from under the cover of the store I felt the wet sprinkling on my face and arms. By the time I got to it, the BMW already had a decent collection of droplets beading up on it.

I drove home muttering under my breath, which of course prompted the clouds to let it fly. Immediately, I was in a downpour and the muttering became energized cursing.

As soon as I pulled the car into the garage, the clouds parted to reveal beautiful blue sky and the sun shone through.

Someone up there has a sick sense of humor.

Thanks for stopping by and remember: Never buy a car you cannot push.