If I had a hammer...

If I had a hammer I'd use it along with copious wood products to make myself an ark. Sheesh. I don't remember the last time I've seen this much rain all at once. And tonight on the way home I almost thought I'd have to abandon the car since the "puddle" was a little deeper than I thought and the big SUVs insisted on driving fast through said "puddle" and making a HUGE wake. Those things are menaces on the road—in good or bad weather. Should I mention "tip-over ratios"?

Anyway...it's been raining since last Friday night, so we're working on nearly a week and the nice weather-people have said we won't see sun until this coming Sunday sometime. And the tides are extra high tonight. Oh, and we have a high wind advisory too. I think that's it. But, trust me, that's enough. Ducks don't even like this weather and I think there are fungi growing in weird unmentionable places.

So you know what really drives me crazy (on a totally different subject)? When my muse decides to come up with a plot when I can't use it. Last night, in the middle of me doing something else that had absolutely nothing to do with Stargate, my muse decided to pop a plot into my fron. And I had no paper. Thankfully, I remember the plot and the muse, of course, wants to write it NOW. Unfortuantely, it has three other fics it needs to write right now. Why is is always when I can't write that cool plots come to me?

So, anyone have an extra ark handy? I think I may need it.