OK, I pulled out all the stops and asked for some divine intervention. Sent a note to the First Lady to see if the Mayor might have some influence with the Weather Gods. She evidently put in my request 'cause I just received the following report from His Honor:
"I went down the street and asked the little ol lady who lives there what her weather knee was sayin. She said it was achin real bad, meanin more rain. So I beat her with her cane, and shoved her down the steps in her wheel chair. And yelled,"that's for Cumby".
Watch your ass for the tornado."
Not exactly what I was hopin for, and now I'm probably also on somebody's 'black list' in Iowa.
