Too Short. Too Wet. Too Much.

This is Peanut Butter Brickle. I had a lot of time to rest yesterday. So I had a lot of time to think. You see, the rain forced me and all of us in this traveling family to sit down. And that doesn’t happen often.

My thoughts were mostly about the bridge debacle we encountered on our way to this New Jersey place. Seems that when you have a tall house you carry with you, you have to watch for low bridges. And you have to look at the signs.

Passerby’s gave us dirty looks. Some yelled out their window we better turn around. Some yelled the sign was wrong. We didn’t know what to think.

Yes. We saw the sign when it was too late to turn around. Yes. We stopped in time. No. We didn’t think we could make it under. So as Boy Person tried to divert traffic while we called the police, we were told something surprising. The bridge was taller than what the sign said. And we would fit by two inches. Two. Inches.

We were too tall for comfort. The bridge was too short for comfort. And yet, it worked out in the end. After many sweaty paws. Girl Person questioned all of her life choices. Boy Person thought about letting Fruitycake drive next time. And I just arrested everyone in my mind.

Then, after a long night of trying to set up and being cold, the rain started falling. And it didn’t stop. There was so much rain. So much. And it was too much.

Have you ever felt like you were too you? Like others don’t understand your personality. Like you are too much? Well, I’m here to tell you a bridge can be too short. A house can be too tall. There can be too much rain. But you are never too much to those that truly love you.