"You don't need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows."

It's true. Yeah. Cos that dick made a liar of my wife. Last night she said Look, It’s Going To Be Fine Tomorrow, but when I looked up at the TV, it was showing the forecast for Hamilton, and I said Are You Sure, Because Hamilton Looks Pretty Pants, and she said, That’s Hamilton, You Missed the Forecast For Auckland, It’s Going To Be Fine, It’s Gonna Be Fine, Baby, and I said Really, Because Earlier In The Week They Said It Was Going To Rain For The Rest Of The Week, and she said Yeah, But Now They’re Saying It’s Gonna Be Fine-As, and I said Sweeeeet.

But you know what? I cycled to work today in the motherfucking rain. She said it was going to be sunny, because they said it was going to be sunny, but I really should have just looked out the window before getting all ready and leaving the house this morning, because it wasn’t sunny, no it wasn’t sunny at all.

Which was a… disappointment.

Not as disappointing, mind you, as that time we got married during that heat wave and the weatherman said it wasn’t going to rain for aaages, and, of course it didn’t, except for the day of our wedding, and I’m still not sure what’s ironic about that, but I’m sure I’ll work it out someday.

Fuck you, Alanis.