Making it to the grocery store, I picked up our food for dinner and loaded it in the backpack.
On the way home, I took the shorter route - which is still a mile - because the rain was beginning to fall with a tenacity similar to my stubborn streak. I was about 3/4 of a mile from home when my cell phone rang.It was Big Daddy. "The rain is coming down hard. Do you want me to pick you up?"
"You betcha." I replied and thought to myself, "What a guy!"
By the time he arrived I was .2 of a mile from home and my legs were cold and wet...drenched, even. But see that bulky green coat? I was dry underneath!
When my grandmother in Venezuela was alive, she used to delight in afternoon showers out-of-doors. What I mean here is that she would love to go out in the rain....and yes, she was clothed.
I figure if I ever move to the Pacific Northwest, I'm good to go.
And despite the aforementioned stubborn streak, you can see I'm not the Wicked Witch of the West...
I'm too stubborn to melt from a little water....