Have you ever looked at something fairly ordinary and thought, “That is the best thing EVER! That is the type of thing that could make an entire alien race notice us!”?
I feel that way about really good brownies (the fudgy kind, not the cakey kind) and my rain boots.
I love my rain boots. Not because they fall into the “gorgeous shoes” category (they are NOT gorgeous shoes), but because they keep my toes dry.
There is something entirely luxurious about walking wading through puddles and having dry feet when you get wherever it is you’re going.
In southwest Ohio, it doesn’t rain men, it doesn’t rain candy (does it disappoint you to learn that song lyrics are not always factual?), it rains water. And sometimes hail. But mostly water.
This summer it’s raining a lot of water.
I’d like it to rain less (sunshine, where ARE you??) but as long as it’s raining, I’ve got my rain boots.
Stay dry sweetie.