Rainy Saturday
I looked out the window for probably the hundredth time that morning and still there was no end in sight to the pouring rain. I really didn't mind the rain, in fact I loved to watch a good storm, just not on a Saturday. Worse still, my mom had a friend from work coming over and I really didn't want to be stuck in the house with two chatty women while they gossiped and drank a bottle of wine. I figured at that moment, if there was a God, I must have done something to piss him off. Resigned to...