Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Rain

I usually like the rain. That is, I like usually the rain if I am at home in my pjs sipping cocoa. Monday I did not like the rain. I walked out to leave for work at 6:30am and our whole parking lot was flooded. I mean giant rushing river flooded. I hiked up my pants and did my best to tip toe through the puddles, but when I got to my parking spot I realized the worst of it was right in front of my car. Since I had already made it this far, I knew there was no turning back. So I took three giant leaps and made it to the other side. Unfortunately, somewhere along the way, my shoes decided not to come with me. I saw my little black flats floating down the river and realized my little black socks with candy canes on them were all I had left. I had no choice, but to dive into the river and get my shoes. So soaking wet, I threw my things in my car, cranked up the heater and headed to work. Luckily the defroster did a good job of drying my socks during my commute. Today, when I got home, I was not looking forward to the battle with the flood again. To my surprise, Brandon was waiting in my parking spot for me. He had come to rescue me from the storm and CARRIED me all the way up to our apartment! What more could a girl ask for?