The Banker and I were going to take Harlowe on a bike ride this afternoon until we realized it was raining again. I loved life in Arizona where rain is as rare as bad Mexican food, but I get pretty excited about a little moisture in the air. Side note: my hair is not excited.
Once we realized it was raining, I threw on my habitually-worn Hunters and a pair of wellies in place of the sandals I had been wearing repeatedly for about three days now. I’ve worn these boots so many times that they look antique. Oh weather, you sure do keep things interesting.
The good news is I live in Northern California so I have no real reason not to wear my jorts circa 2005. I was incredibly comfortable in this get up even when some interesting character at Trader Joe’s decided to advise my husband that he ought to teach me to put some clothes on when it is raining. Unfortunately, I don’t take advice from men who wear pleated pants.