A day of rain

I really love the rain. The little bit we get every year is just lovely, and the dry and thirsty ground is slurping up this moisture about as fast as I get through a bottle of champagne! (One bottle for a whole night is really not enough...) But rain has its own requirements. My Raine announced this morning that her rubber boots were too small. She and Cleo had a play outside this morning that was cut short by Raine coming in with her toes hurting. As the rain is set to continue, I told her that I would pop out in the afternoon to get her a new pair o' boots. Simple, hey?

Oh my fucking fuck....this turned into a fiasco of EPIC proportions. I went to the following retail establishments: Zellers, Wal-mart, Superstore, Sears, the Bay, Children's Place, Shoe Warehouse, Winners, London Drugs, Once Upon a Child, and NADA! Not a whiff of a goddamned boot for her in any. Wee teeny baby boots, and a couple pairs of grown-up boots, but nuthin' for real children. Now, I really abhor a large retail establishment (other than a thrift shop) and I REALLY abhor an exceptionally busy one. This is Saturday afternoon, and the stores are crawling and I want to put out my own eyes with my house keys. I have lost the will to live by Wal-mart, where I was nearly run over by a 300 lb man's cart full of Snackwell's Diet Cookies. I wanted to scream and swear at him, and tell him that his Light Snackwell's are not going to help at all, and that he should get the hell out of my way and go have his stomach stapled....By London Drugs, I have purchased a family size chocolate bar, and am shoving it into my mouth with more than a faint air of hysteria. (I think I ate a bit of foil...)

The clincher came when I called home to give Lee an update of my whereabouts (so that he didn't place an all-points bulletin out for me, it had been so long) and spoke to Raine to deliver the bad news about the lack of boot. She happily chirps "Oh, it's OK, Mummy, 'cause Cleo's boots are too big for her, and they fit me fine, and mine fit her!" I literally pulled the car over to the nearest parking lot, draped myself over the steering wheel and wept bitter, bitter tears. An afternoon of my life, and a weekend one at that, that I shall NEVER get back...

The only plus was that I managed to find Lee a copy of the Patrick O'Brian book he's been wanting. I stumbled in the front door, and immediately began drinking.

P.S. I have made a decision on the sundress mentioned in a previous post. I have decided that it has an air of "young Sophia Loren in the Italian summer" about it. All being well, this is what might come to mind when I wear it, and not the air of "Shrek in a tablecloth in the festering fug of the swamp..."