We have had our share of rain, rain, rain. And though this pitter-patter-torrential nonsense is on my last nerve, it is nothing compared to what our fellow Americans in Joplin, Missouri have endured. The devastation is heartbreaking and the loss immeasurable. Incidentally, here is the link to the American Red Cross - Joplin Office in the event you are feeling as helpless as me and want to feel like you've done a little something to help.
I finally got so sick of it this past weekend I decided I didn't care anymore. I donned my Wellingtons (well, my Tractor Supply knock-off Wellies) and headed out to the garden. This of course prompted laughter from my children asking if I was Christopher Robin. Let's see who's laughing when my raspberries come in and I stuff them all in my mouth before the dear children even know they've arrived. But this did remind me of my favorite part of Winnie-the-Pooh and how all of my children loved this cartoon when they were small:
So of course, I proceeded to sing this little diddy all weekend. Suffice it to say, the kiddies are no longer calling me Christopher Robin; they are sorry they ever brought it up. And I am pretty sure they appreciate how cool I look in my Wellies and secretly want their own. I am their Mom; I know how they think.
So here's to hoping the weathermen don't have a clue and we really aren't going to have rain for the next week. Otherwise, I'm gonna start looking like the little anemic kid on The Simpsons:
Thank you Matt Groening
I need my Vitamin D. For someone already short and underdeveloped, adding pasty white to the equation can not be a good thing.
Help! P-P-Piglet! (Me)