I take that back

Remember how I said I wanted it to rain? I retract that statement.

In the last year or so, I’ve broken up with winter and coffee and I decided to take a break. (It lasted all of a day.) But today, the rain, which I’m still happy is falling, really, really tried to screw up our relationship.

See, it’s Monday. I spent hours yesterday driving back from Missouri. I was tired, but couldn’t really go to sleep last night. So getting up—not my favorite. I was lucky to have even found clothes that matched.

But finally, I was ready. I was on my way out the door. I had on my white shirt and a black skirt and some kicking shoes that Dawn would warn me against wearing. (But they’re so pretty!) Anyway, it takes off POURING as I’m going to get in the car. And my keyless entry has stopped working, which hasn’t been a big deal. . . until today! So I’m trying to juggle all my crap and get in the car. You can probably guess the ending.

I’m in the car, but I’m wet, my hair looks a bit weird, and there’s now coffee streaming down my shirt and skirt. There’s no saving this outfit. I have to get out of the car and go BACK in and change. Fun times. And there was no way I was taking off these shoes, so I grabbed the first thing that went with them, a black dress, and called it good to go. Then I had to find a slip. It was one of those moments I hated being a girl.

So rain and I are sort of on shaky ground at the moment. I’m really happy it’s raining, but I’m a little miffed that rain finds it so fun to toy with me.