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Wain wain go away, come again another day

Today Ron and I are having fun with a new adjective we've added to our vocabulary. It's not really a new adjective. It's just new to us. What is it, you ask? Why, it's dick wad! Here's how we've used it today:
Don't be such a dick wad.
Did you hear that guy on T.V. just a minute ago? What a dick wad.
That sounds like the dick wad version of that song.

With each use, we get a nice, hearty laugh. These are the types of things we do to amuse ourselves in the rain.

We also got a good laugh at the civil defense messages on the radio today. The man who delivers those has a slight, local-style Elmer Fudd thing going, so the announcements sound something like this:

Hawaii County Civil Defense has issued a fwash fwood warning to da fowwowing communities twoo-out east Hawaii..... incwuding Gwenwood..... pwease, do not twy to dwive twough aweas of wising water. Turn awoun', don't dwown... Dis has been a message fwom your Hawaii County Civil Defense....


OK, that's a bit of an exaggeration. Somehow, laughing at other people's shortcomings always makes us feel better about ourselves. Why is that?

It's still raining. My neighbor's rain gage measured nearly eight inches in the 24 hour period between Friday at 8 a.m. and This morning at the same time. By the time I talked to her at 10 this morning, we had already received two additional inches. When I asked how she and her yard and house were faring through the deluge she replied, "A river runs through it." To say it's been wet would be a bit of an understatement. There were torrents of water flowing everywhere we ventured today. We saw a fire truck parked along the street in front of a house just off the highway in Kea'au. The house sits in a bit of a hole and was surrounded by a newly formed lake, which was rising rapidly and nearing the top of the raised foundation. The fire department was there with a pump trying to drain the front yard.

We've got the woodstove cooking so hot tonight that I had to take a break from the living room and head back to the office to cool down.

A hui hou. Awoha!

Comments

Anonymous said…
hahaha..Looney Tunes pidgin style. Just stumbled upon this blog and that description cracked me up.

I used to live in Hilo and it seems like the Civil Defense warnings for flash floods was a regular thing. But never that entertaining.

aloha,
sterling
Toni said…
I'm gwad you wiked it!

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