Weather Sucks

You know this kind of morning.
The forecast as you go to bed is: The Weather Sucks.

So you get up to pouring rain, and flip on
The radio just in case The Weatherman has changed his mind,
Well if he can find it.

Nope it still is; Weather Sucks Bad All Week.

So you run to town for the only thing you’re out of size D batteries.
There are none anywhere At all.
You check every store, just in case.

You have just wasted three hours running around.
Driving home you remember that you stashed a big bag of batteries in the back of the pantry last hurricane season.
You walk in and the dog has vomited on the carpet after he chewed up your new running shoes.

And you can’t find your bang head here sign.