Earlier this week, I read that
it was going to rain (which I was excited about) but so far, it was still dry
outside. So at 5:30 AM this morning when I stepped out into the garage to get
into my car for work, I was delighted when I heard what sounded like buckets of
water coming down. “Nice, it’s finally raining out!” So, I went back inside the
house, grabbed my rain jacket, rain boots and umbrella and got myself prepared
for the storm outside. When I got back into the garage and pushed the garage
door opener, something just wasn’t adding up as the door began to rise. The
driveway wasn’t wet at all. (Door continues to open). I don’t see any raindrops
coming down. (Door continues to open). Why do I still hear water? (Door now fully
open exposing a beautiful morning and me standing head to toe in rain gear). I
look over to the left and see that one of our sprinkler heads had busted and we
literally have Old Faithful in our front yard. Dammit!
I frequently find myself in situations where I stop and ask, "Who else but Erin?" These situations (like rolling a spare tire down Fairfax Ave one evening after I got a flat and cutting off the tree branch that was rapping at my window with kitchen sheers one night) have been dubbed as absolutely hilarious by my friends and family. Alas, I have decided to share them with you, not only to make you laugh, but to make you ask, "Who Else But Erin?" Enjoy Friends!
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Wednesday, November 29, 2017
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