Thanks for the rain...my flowers are now happy again.
I remember growing up on Long Island...I was an awkward teenager.
Braces.
Glasses.
Unreasonably high hair (only in the front though...the back was flat as a pancake).
The whitest skin you could imagine.
I longed to be tan.
I still do.
My legs will never tan.
I used to lay out on my deck with my little booblettes in a bikini.
I thought I was so cool.
Until I fell asleep with my baby oil and my polka dotted sunglasses on my face.
The I realized that I was just an idiot.
With sunglass tan lines that no amount of Wet N' Wild makeup would fix.
We had a pool...it served its purpose.
We used to have major fights in the pool...outside of the pool...around the pool.
It would get so hot.
Then it would rain.
Big fat drops would slam down on to the pool water.
We'd be stuck inside the house.
Then I'd get the idea that I missed wearing jeans.
So, I put them on...with a t-shirt and flip flops.
What a great feeling...rain in the summer...jeans in the rain.
It's my favorite thing.
I often wonder what Hailey will be like at that age.
Will she be awkward?
Or will she handle herself with grace?
Will she have tan legs?
(The answer is "yes." I know this b/c she already has her father's skin.)
I'm so jealous.
Will she love the rain?
Will she miss wearing jeans?
Will she wear her jeans in the rain?
