It’s a beautifully rainy Sunday morning here in North Texas.  We need a lot more than we’ve received thus far and current forecasts say it will only get heavier and more widespread through the rest of today into tomorrow.  I’ll believe it when I see it.  Nevertheless, I doubt you’ll get complaints from anyone around these parts.  Two years of drought have left Texans rather forgiving when it comes to rain on the weekends and the potential for severe weather.  At this point, as long as there’s some precipitation in it, we’ve lost the will to be finicky about it.

So anyway, it’s Sunday morning and that means it’s time for free association.  After rubbing my last few brain cells together to get them warmed up, I’m ready to spill my mind over the intarweb.

1. Weeks ::
2. Cough ::
3. Jail ::
4. Produced ::
5. ? ::
6. Stapler ::
7. Next ::
8. Perky ::
9. Oxygen ::
10. Musical ::

It’s like mental Kerplunk…

1. Weeks :: 52 of ’em make a year
2. Cough :: Um, Doctor, what are you doing down there?
3. Jail :: we’d have more room for real criminals if we’d let the drug offenders out
4. Produced :: manufactured
5. ? :: huh?
6. Stapler :: Office Space
7. Next :: previous
8. Perky :: boobs (what an odd thing to pop into my mind, eh?)
9. Oxygen :: seems like a nice thing to have
10. Musical :: I rather enjoy a good one