The spider's washed-out, already.
Been up since 6 am, listening to the pretty, pretty weather lady say that the rain will end any minute now. Any minute now, pretty weather lady. Three nice briskets waiting for the rain to end any minute now, pretty weather lady. Brinkman smoker sinking further into the mud as the rain ends any minute now, pretty weather lady. Running out of coffee and eyeing a pint bottle of Bass at 8:30 am while waiting for the rain to end any minute now, pretty weather lady. Growing weary of Emeril, Rachel, Bobby, and the rain that is going to end any minute now, pretty weather lady.
Damn, I don't know if I even have any charcoal.
Off to HyVee to buy charcoal, pretty weather lady.