Graceful Rainwalking?

I am confused as to how to walk in a slight rainstorm properly. Here in the midwest, the weather changes with the blink of an eye, so you never know what type of weather you may run into. Today, as I was walking to my car, it began to mildly rain. I didn’t know the proper way to walk in this mild rain. It was not bad enough to justify running, nor was it light enough to justify pretending nothing is happening. I didn’t have an umbrella with me, but it would have been too light to use it anyway–even though I was getting wet!

Just wondering if anyone had some advice or thoughts on the matter.

Me vs. The Orange

Don’t you love when you find good food in your refrigerator that you had forgotten you bought? It’s like Christmas! Or Hanukkah! Or any gift-giving or surprise holiday, I guess.

Anyhoo, I found an orange in my fridge and was very excited about it. The only problem was, as I tried to peel open the orange, I quickly discovered that this had to be the most difficult orange ever. I could easily get my nail into one side of the thick skin, but I kept trying to get the skin off of the juicy inner goodness, and it just would not budge. Having a bit of a drama streak myself, I decided that this would be an all out war between me and this orange. I literally fell on my knees to try to get this skin off the orange piece by piece. It took forever and my hands hurt!

It was one of the most delicious oranges I ever ate…twenty minutes later.

Better Touch

I thought it is very important to share with the world that, while on a recent trip on a plane this weekend, I looked at the airport security gloves. The name of the glove was called “Better Touch.” I started laughing out loud-not a good idea when you’re walking through heightened security. I had only ever been taught “good touch” or “bad touch” but never heard anything of this murky, “better touch.” One of the workers had noticed that I was laughing to myself, so I asked her what exactly a “better touch” meant. She began laughing, too, admitting that she came to work for TSA every day and had never thought twice about the name of the gloves. She talked about how they were newly redesigned for added comfort, so they would be smoother and we looked at the description on the box together and laughed. Then, one of her gloves broke and we both looked at each other and agreed that the gloves are absolutely no good for protection if they go breaking all the time.

I will never go through airport security without giggling again.

…some of the giggling may be as a result of the uncomfortable “better touches” that come from being searched unnecessarily…