My husband just rolled his eyes at me and then checked our bank account to see if I've been cheating on him with J.Crew. (I haven't but I almost did with Gap.)
So it's been raining for what feels like two weeks. More accurately it's been about a day and a half. I must say that with my shoe choices its been difficult to traipse through the mud and puddles with my heels, but I've made it through thus far without injury to my body or pride. Also, who knew that jumping in puddles for me was like riding a roller coaster for others? Look at the sheer terror on my face. Terror that is normally brought on solely by amusement park rides.