Dave went to work this morning, which means I'm on my own all day. He's not getting home until 11pm or so, and since I got to bed around the same time as the elderly, chances are I won't see him. It's fine, I've got plenty of stuff to do -- none of which is exciting enough to mention -- but some of it requires me to go outside. So I woke up this morning and IMed him.
Me: Is it cold out?
Dave: No, it's supposed to be almost 70 today.
Dave: But 30% chance of rain.
Me: Shut it
Dave: Tells you all about what's going on outside. Even PREDICTS the future weather!
Me: I predict I will kick you in the balls when you get home.
Dave: I say 20% chance on that.