If you said, "A line from the Herman's Hermits song 'I'm Henry the VIII, I Am,' 1965," you get 15 bonus points. Peter Noone calls out this line between the first and second choruses to indicate the lyrics are being repeated. The phrase can also be used more broadly to mean that something is continuously repeating itself, often with annoyance, like a broken record.
And that brings us to this post. I got a phone call at 7:25 this morning - it was Steph. When I answered, she said, "Could you give us some help? Go to our laundry room and bring a bunch of towels to our front door." For some perspective, the rain had just starting pounding a few minutes before that. No sprinkle to start - just an immediate hard-pounding rain. Yes, Steph and Dan were out walking Dicha.
When Joan and I got to their front door, they were outside, drenched. There is a covered entrance to the house, so they were out of the rain, but already soaked to the skin. Literally. When Steph took off her shoes and socks out there, she wrung out her socks. Understandably, they didn't want to come into the house until they had a chance to dry off themselves and the dog.
By request, there are no photos. But I can accent this post with: wet dog smell.
In case you didn't pick up on my drift, more rain predicted for today and tomorrow, occasionally heavy. This burst was heavy.
Fortunately for Murphy, we got him outside earlier. That may have to hold him for the day.
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