The storm came.
The storm stayed way too long.
The storm finally passed.
Sorry, Annie and I just got back from reading to preschoolers, so it may take awhile for my big-girl words to come back.
Man, I had plans for this weekend. I was going to solve all my Christmas shopping woes by going to a big Christmas Bazaar. Then I was going to play Christmas music, and skip around with a magic Christmas wand, leaving Christmas sparkle wherever I go, and decorating the tree with three waves and a nose twitch.
What actually happened was that it snowed, then it rained, then it rained sideways. Then I sneezed, and my nose ran, then it ran faster, then my head hurt, and I collapsed on the couch in a puddle of snot.
Today the rain is no longer sideways (but still ever so present), and my cold is on the mend (I can tell because the phlegm running down the back of my throat is all gummy).
I'm sure I'll find my magic wand by next weekend.