I am a meteorologist.
I didn't study meteorology. Apparently, it's not needed. I have a degree in Elementary Education. In my husband's eyes I guess that qualifies me to forecast the weather.
Nearly every freakin day he asks me about the weather.
Usually in the morning as he's dressing for work, I'll hear, "What's it gonna be like today? Is it supposed to rain?"
I'm not sure what he thinks I know, that he doesn't. Maybe he thinks I have charts and graphs in the basement where I plot out the barometric pressure and the current weather conditions. For the record, I don't. I have apps.
On days he forgot to ask me in the morning or when he just wants an updated prediction, I'll get a text.
Him: Not supposed to rain, is it?
Me: Rain? I think yes.
Him: Seriously though, it is supposed to rain?
Me: I'm not sure. I think so.
Me: Yes. Rain tonight. But later. Not sure when it will start.
Over the weekend, I finally asked. "Does Blackberry not have a weather app?"
"Oh, no, they do," he tells me. "I just never liked it very much."
I see. There are countless ways to get your daily weather, but none are as good as your very own personal meteorologist.
I was not surprised when I got a text from him a few hours ago, he must have forgot to ask this morning.
Him: Is it supposed to rain later? Thinking about if I can grill dinner.
Me: No rain. 20% chance of snow today, not tonight.
And an hour later, I received this text.
Him: Snowing here.
Evidently, I'm a very good meteorologist.