Every time I house sit at a certain house, it rains at least once while I’m there. It doesn’t matter how long I stay, what time of year, what the weather is predicted to be… it will rain. I’ve sat there at least half a dozen times, and except for maybe once(I can’t actually remember, I’m only saying that just in case XD) it has rained every. single. time.
So earlier this week when Mama said it was supposed to rain on Friday, and I was scheduled to sit this house all weekend, I laughed.
Seriously, I am so amused by the fact that it rains every time I’m here. It’s hilarious. Even last night, after I came home from being gone nearly all day, and it started POURING within ten minutes of me getting here(despite the fact that I needed to go out and feed the goats) I was still so amused by it.
Honestly it could have been frustrating that it sprinkled all day and only started pounding once I got home and still needed to go out and feed the animals, but it wasn’t worth it. I sat inside and laughed at the rain until it lightened up enough for me to go outside.
Guys, this is how I am with almost everything. The other day I told one of my friends that I laugh at 87% of my entire life. But it’s true. Even if I’m mad or upset, I will laugh at myself for being mad or upset.
Life is just so much easier when it’s funny. And life IS funny. Life is hilarious. Laugh at it. It makes everything else so much easier to bear.
~your hilarious Pickle.