So I was on my way home from scrubbing toilets at the church today, when I got stuck in a torrential downpour. I am not even kidding. When I got home (after a 30 minute walk) my jeans had two dry spots: underneath my belt, and a small patch under my right butt pocket. The water was flowing down the street, and up on to the sidewalk, forcing me to walk in huge sidewalk puddles and to develop a couple puddles of my own inside my shoes. Lovely.
I kind of felt like I should have been hauling canoes up a steep, muddy embankment-turned-creek somewhere along the Red Deer River. I was wet enough. And had I not been moving, I would have been cold enough. I was, however, nowhere near obnoxious enough, thank goodness. (It did occur to me that singing every verse of I Just want to be a Sheep, 100 bottles of rootbeer, and Found a Peanut known to man at the top of my lungs might make the time go by faster, but I used my better judgement and avoided a repeat offense on that one) I made it home soaked, but now I am warm and cozy in my sweatpants.
This post is dedicated to my obnoxious singing buddy, Patti, the fire-building Rust girls of 2005, and to everyone who has ever almost died of hypothermia while canoeing.
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Doing with out the singing was probably for the best. As for canoes i at that point in my life loved and hated steve kaack all teh same and just as much of each.
Cassy, I love you and I laugh just remembering that oh so obnoxious day.
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