While driving from New England to the Bluegrass State, it rained. And then it rained some more. Then it rained harder, usually when approaching an important interchange with lots of traffic.
Then I figured out why. Our Emily was now in the heavens, and she wasn't happy at the timing or that her litter box misses had anything to do with our decisions.
Litter box problems? I'll show you litter box problems.
(and it rains harder)
Seriously, that we can joke about it says we're moving on.