As I was driving along to do my carpool duties I noticed how lovely the weather was. I love a clear blue sky on an autumn day. Few things are lovelier. As I admired the beautiful weather I noticed the clouds had an unusual formation.
I kept trying to figure out how best to describe them and their texture. Nothing quite seemed to sum it up clearly and accurately. It was like the conundrum Billy Crystal's character faces in Throw Mama from the Train when he keeps trying to describe the mood of a humid southern night. "The night was wet? The night was moist? The night was damp?" Nothing quite fits until the surly old lady spits out, "The night was sultry!" The perfect word choice nearly dope slaps him when he realizes that's exactly what he meant.
The clouds were rippled. The clouds were bumpy. The clouds were pitted.
The teenagers poured out of the school and headed to the van. On the way home I heard the conversation turn to the unique cloud formations and heard Barbie state with a bit of repugnance, "They look like fat lady cottage cheese thighs."
Not quite as succinct as, "The night was sultry!" but I nearly veered off the road when the aptness of the description hit me. The damned clouds reminded me of my own thighs and butt!
Thus I shall title this photo...
Cloudy with a Chance of Cellulite