We had a thunder storm last night. Today everything is wet. I need rain boots. Apparently I'm the only one because the only pair I found (that I like) are a houndstooth pair at target. Twenty five dollars is still too high. (Oh the joys of marriage.)
So our muffler fell off the truck last week and then Aaron was working in a different town and it fell off again on the highway. So he had to get off at the next exit and do some stuff and ended up running down the freeway to get it. (I'm not sure exactly what happened at this point because I think I was busy planning a sewing project in my head.) So after driving with no muffler for a bit he decides that today is the day he needs to fix it. He drags a piece of plywood out into the street under the truck and is laying there tightening something to fasten the muffler on (the same something he forgot to tighten the first time!) when he hears a noise. A snowplow is coming towards him. He curls into a little ball facing the curb and the wet sloppy snow saturates his entire backside. He relaxes. Then tenses. Usually the snowplows plow in groups of two. Sure enough another one is coming. He throws himself out from under the truck and narrowly avoids being hit.
At least he came into the house laughing.
This is why I need rain boots.