Rain isn't the only thing that gets mom wet. (Enjoy)

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If I ever deduce what unkind god bent his will upon my poor dear mother on that fateful day, I'd like to shake his hand.

I was sitting in the living room watching the weather report. The meteorologist was calling for one hell of a storm. I looked outside and shook my head.

"No shit dude," I said to the television.

"Who are you talking to," my sister called from the dining room.

"The weatherman," I said. "He is predicting a really bad storm."

"Okay I get it," she said agreeing with my earlier statement. "I hope mom gets...