rejoice with me...

Lol. My dad called while it was raining yesterday and starts in with his "rejoice with me..." I've learned to wait it out because ever since I told him how funny I thought that was, and even blogged about it, he begins frequent phone calls with that phrase but now follows it with some witty little piece of prose. Last night was no exception, but I can only remember part of it. I know it was something like this:

"Rejoice with me, it's time I think, The good Lord hath given the earth a drink."

That's close. I was laughing at the time. He's a funny dude. He spent Monday at the cemetery hauling jugs of water to their shrinking fish pond in an effort to rescue the remainder of the goldfish who call it home. It took him, a compassionate older lady and the grave digger most of the day to make a dent and it was too late for a lot of the poor little bubble eyed guys. There were three boys there yesterday trying to hook them with their fishing poles and drag them off the mud before they contaminated the rest of the water. He knows this because he was taking food out to give the fish. You just have to love this guy. I know I do.