One hundred and fifty F-ING days without rain in the Southland and it’s going to peel off and piddle on the weekned of Matt and Emma’s beachside wedding. Same thing happened 20 years ago when Maureen and I got hitched.
Oh well, the French baker said it is a good sign if it rains on the day of your wedding. And from the photo of Satan’s Cesspool above it’s clear that Matt (front left) isn’t afraid to get his feet wet. At the moment my biggest concern is how to string the outdoor lights in a torrential downpour so they’ll be ready for tomorrow…God willing it clears by then.
First the dog eats all 10 lbs. of the wedding M&Ms and now it’s raining. What could possibly happen next? Another dead whale wash up on the beach?