When you can beat it, join it....

It's been rainy and dreary here in Seattle. The rain just beats one down and makes for days best spent in bed, alternately sleeping and drinking Triple Sec right from the bottle.

But I decided to buck that trend: This morning, I got up, put a fall in my hair, patched my makeup, and headed to Tacoma. The general theory being that, no matter how depressing it is in Seattle, things are always worse in Tacoma.

And it was there, that I found this:




Yes! Yes! It's one huge fucking Rain Lamp!!! (Excuse my French. In my excitement, I forget that this is a family blog)

While these are not STRICTLY in our decorating period (which, let me remind you, is "Eve of the [JFK] Assassination") they are just too fun not to snap up when you see them for a reasonable price. We already had a smaller version, ironically given to us by Mrs. Campbell, who was born and raised in Tacoma, but this one simply dwarves that one.

It's filthy, of course, and the seller didn't even know (or care) if it worked, but I got it for a song. I then rushed home, filled it with mineral oil (which is the ONLY kind of oil for a rain lamp) and, lo and behold, it works!!!

The Colonel will doubtless insist on taking it apart and cleaning it, but that's his idea of a good time, and who am I to keep him from a good time?

So there you go: When life give you rain, go out and buy a rain lamp. If you can't find one, you can read all about them here! (and people say there's nothing good on the internet)