Dearest God,
Not to seem ungrateful for Your Gloriouness, but Tikistitch is getting mighty goshdarned tired of being rainèd upon. Seriously, we are running out of dry socks, and muddy feet
are the Devil's Playground, or something like that. How about visiting upon us humble denizens of the Pacific Northwest a day (or so) of clear-ish blue skies so as to add some variety & allow clearer contemplation of your Mighty Works, etc., etc.??
Also, if it's not too much trouble, could you please
zap Pat Robertson with a lightening bolt??? It doesn't have to be a big one, just enough to singe his eyebrows would be fine. Put the fear of...You Know Who into him maybe before he opens his yap again.
XOXOX
--tiki