Basking in my Dorkness
Right before Jeanne hit, I was walking through Walmart when I found these rubber boots for $12.00. I was so excited. I ruined my running shoes during landscape clean up from Frances. I think it was whenI stepped in the foot of water to clean out the storm drain. Or maybe it was when I was dragging tree limbs to the front and half my yard was squishy black muck and I sunk up to my ankles. That'll do it every time.
So I saw these boots and was just overjoyed! It is amazing the incredibly stupid stuff that makes you happy during hurricane season. Then... I got to use them!
There is a basic rule after being hit by a hurricane. Clean up does not start until 24 hours after damage. You can assess damage immediately, but you don't do clean up until everything dies down, about 24 hours. We got hit Saturday night/Sunday morning, we assessed damage on Sunday morning, then we went back inside and didn't come out until Monday for clean up, as did everyone else in my neighborhood.
I woke up realizing I got to wear my new boots for clean up! There I was, ball cap, yardwork sunglasses (23 year old beau/hunk man boy calls them my Terminator glasses), running shorts, t-shirt and rubber boots. The biggest dork you ever did see. All I needed was a couple teenagers of my own to hide in utter embarrassment from their Mom. Instead I have a 9 year old who said, "Oh! Let me take the picture for Aunt!" I decided my hip chick sister needed a picture of her dorky older sibling.
So here it is, basking in all my dorkiness... I can't wait until I have teenagers to embarrass the stew out of ! heh heh heh And this also goes to confirm that there is no way in hell I am 23 year old beau hunky man/boy's older woman fantasy.
BTW, my Mom would NEVER dress like this... oh, but The Great Omnipotent One would!