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Scott and I are sitting at our computers while Drew naps upstairs.
I glance over at the window and see that the light rain from earlier has morphed into a pouring deluge, so heavy it looks like a fog. Scott is looking at his screen, oblivious.
Me: "You haven't looked out the window in the last five minutes, I take it."
Scott glances at the window. Says with mild amusement, "I see. It's starting to rain."
We've clearly converted him: he's an Oregonian now.
I glance over at the window and see that the light rain from earlier has morphed into a pouring deluge, so heavy it looks like a fog. Scott is looking at his screen, oblivious.
Me: "You haven't looked out the window in the last five minutes, I take it."
Scott glances at the window. Says with mild amusement, "I see. It's starting to rain."
We've clearly converted him: he's an Oregonian now.