Satan wears a tank top
Sep 12th, 2008 by Cory
It’s been raining here in North Texas for the past three days. This weekend we’re supposed to have thunderstorms and tropical storm force winds as the remnants of Hurricane Ike reach us. However, we had a short reprieve on Thursday afternoon. For a while, the sun was shining and it warmed up. Then, just as suddenly there was another torrent of rain…while the sun continued to shine.
When I was a kid, Mom used to say that such an occurrence meant that “the devil was beating his wife.” This always confused me. Okay, if the devil was real, it’s reasonable to think that he would engage in spousal abuse. I’m sure he staggers home to his subterranean double-wide, stinking of Jim Beam and looking for a fight.
The next thing you know it’s raining while the sun is shining in Allen, TX.
To make amends, he’ll put on his dress jeans and treat the little lady to a dinner at Red Lobster the following night and repeat over and over “Baby, I’ve changed.” She knows he’ll hurt her again, but she just can’t resist Satan’s sad puppy dog eyes, so all is forgiven.
