Damn You, Mother Nature

Warning: This blog post contains petty bitching. Proceed at your own risk.

I had a whole day full of activities planned. Fun activities. Active activities. Activities that would provide me with a week's worth of blog posts. Outdoor activities. I am not doing any of them though, because it is fucking raining.

This is how my day should have gone:

• Meet friends for brunch at charming canyon restaurant with a lovely patio.
• Go to the gay pride parade.
  
• Come home and replant hen and chicks that have outgrown planter in the front yard.
  
• Walk Sally down to the park to throw bread at the young geese that are just getting ready to take off.
  
• Make bacon wrapped asparagus to take to a barbecue with Ryan's colleagues.
  
• Go to said barbecue and bask in the warm weather, playing with the kids I love to see.
  

How my day has actually gone:

• Meet friends at charming canyon restaurant, find out patio is closed, and so the wait is 40 to 50 minutes. Wait in the rain for a table.
  
• Enjoy brunch, but wonder what the hell I am going to do for the rest of the day.
  
• Think about going to the pride parade, but decide not to. Not even the promise of hot wet gay men can get me motivated.
  
• Come home and wrap asparagus in bacon, while grousing about how much this day sucks until Ryan finally pours me a glass of wine -- at 12:15.
  
• Watch Ryan try to get Sally to go out for a walk, and then watch him chase her around because she hates the rain, but still has way to much pent up energy.
  
• Bitch blog about the day.
  
• Nap, hoping skies might clear before this afternoon.
  

Oh, and it's not enough that it's raining, it's actually cold. We had to turn the heat back on. I am wearing a sweater. We both have the sniffles from sleeping with the swamp cooler on, not realizing that the weather was about to drastically change overnight.

Watch, it will be sunny tomorrow -- when I am at work.