It’s raining today. In fact, it’s pouring. The old man? Definitely snoring. But I don’t want the rain to go away. We need the rain.
Enter my awesome plaid wellies.
I’d forgotten how fun it is to splash in the puddles, instead of gingerly trying to avoid them, ending up with soaked shoes and soaked pants and coming into the office a wee bit crabby because of said soaked shoes and pants.
I got out of my car, and splished and splashed and stomped through every puddle I could find between my car and the door.
Then I came to my desk, took off my wellies, slipped on my flats, and got going.
In other breaking news: I’m going to the dentist this afternoon to, I devoutly hope, get my infected wisdom tooth removed. If he doesn’t remove it today, I shall be very put out. It hurts. The whole right side of my face hurts, including my ear. I’ve been on antibiotics for days, but it still frikkin’ hurts! Growl!