Rain, rain, go the FUCK away!

Holy Shit! I do not believe that this qualifies as a pickup truck. I mean, I like me some big trucks, but this is freakin ridiculous.

As is this weather, I might add. I had to make a trip to the Courthouse this afternoon which is close enough to walk, but far enough that I was drenched by the time I got there. So here I sit with wet pants and another hurricane as a birthday present. This is beginning to become an annual event (the hurricane that is, my birthday has always been an annual event!). And I get no sympathy. My friend in Cali and my coworker on a trip to Vegas can't seem to stop rubbing it in how it's dry and sunny where they are. Bastards.