Carpool vs. The Rain

I'll be the first to admit that whenever somebody bitches about the rain, I tell them to shut it. I mean really, we are in Oregon. Don't like it? Then move. In fact, I'm such a fan of the rain that I frequently invoke the rain dance in an attempt to get it to rain more.

But seriously, I'm done with that now. I was officially done as of like 4:43, when Fidget and I were driving down I-5 North and Fidget let out a little girl scream when a car going southbound splashed a big ass splash all over his little Honda. That was nearly as scary as all the swerving we did as we hydroplaned on giant puddles on the freeway. One might think that, given how much it rains here, Oregonians would know how to drive. Not so. How about we all slow down to a safe 20 mile an hour school zone speed, because that'll like, totally help.

You know what might be the worst thing about it though? The rain is so damned loud that Mumbles is even more unintelligible than usual. Fidget and I were conferring and thinking that Mumbles has gotten worse, but really, I think the rain is to blame.