Thanks for nothing

I can’t believe my eyes. What do we call this?! It’s green, and it’s lush, and it’s dripping with rain.

This is not my garden! My garden is burnt yellow where I had not yet managed to turn it into bare, hard, sun-baked soil through my hard work.

Now look at this: four days of rain is all it took to ruin my entire summer’s worth of breaking my back to make Bink a lovely new dust bath to get over his cloaking device debacle…

Ain’t mother nature a bitch