Three tickets for International HotRod Association Tickets (IHRA) = Rain.All.Effin.Day.

Let’s take a journey back - Michigan International Speedway for the Indy Racing League’s Firestone 400. Rain. Five hour delay.

Last weekend’s NASCAR race. Cancelled. Two days in a row. The day I leave for Chicago, the race starts four hours late. Shortman and Mr. Hot sent me pictures.

Today? Planned for leaving at 10 this morning, picnicing and enjoying being outside. People watching (always fun at these things, and usually good for a story or two). Instead, they’re downstairs playing PS2 Drag Racing, and I’m sitting up here watching black clouds stream by and listening to the grass grow.

Mr. Hot blames the Ann Arbor News. It hasn’t stopped raining since they ran a story about local farmers and the drought. Don’t get me wrong. I love me some fresh fruits and veggies. I’ve spent a fortune on flowers and landscaping and hate to see everything brown and dried up. But why can’t it rain on the weekdays. Weekends for Hotfessionals are supposed to be sunny and rainbows and unicorns and kittens. NOT frogs and watersnakes.

Shortman goes back to school in less than two weeks. He’s fifteen and there aren’t that many more opportunities to have him hang around with his old fart parents.

—- I’m growing moss on my north side. —-

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