WEATHAH SCHMETHAH.

I just looked at the forecast and it said, "43 degrees and disgusting."

I was all, AMEN TO THAT! FINALLY! SOMEBODY IS CALLING THE KETTLE BLACK! OR CALLING THE WEATHER WACK!

Upon second reading I realized that it really said, "43 degrees and gusting."

I guess that's what I get for hating the rain and having 2.75 glasses of red wine at Scooter's Faux Passover dinner and eating too many cookies.