Alberto hates me

Alberto made his presence known last night around 1 am when I heard a loud crash directly above my head. He'd slung a branch at my roof and scared the bejeesus out of me and my dogs. Especially poor little Lucy, who was beside herself with fear. Her little fuzzy body was shuddery and shakey. It took a good hour before I was able to calm her down enough that she'd go back to sleep, and even then she jerked at every noise and cuddled so close to me I couldn't move. Then, just as I was beginning to fall asleep again, Alberto decided to cut the lights. Knowing L's alarm in the back room (where he'd been banished due to noxious gasses eeking out of him) wouldn't work, I set my cell phone to wake me up at 5:30, so I could get him up. I deserve an award for that, don't I? Best Girlfriend EVER. So, around 8 I head out to my car, as usual. Alberto had taken a disliking to my car and hurled one of my windshield wipers across the yard and managed to crack the windshield. I had to drive to Pep Boys with one wiper in the pouring rain (which let up right when I drove into the parking lot). And, of course, I got drenched on the way in to work from the parking garage. And what I want to know is, what the hell did I ever do to you, you rat bastard motherfucker storm!? *sigh* I suppose it could have been much, much worse, but I'm still annoyed. And tired. And cranky. And my hair looks like crap!