Boots

Can I just point out that I've lived in two well-known rain capitals in my life and never owned a pair of rain boots? At least I can’t remember owning a pair.

As a person who meticulously plans everything, after the acquisition of our small fur-baby I started to realize that I would be spending countless hours trudging around the block during rain storms once fall arrived. Derek, being the loving fiancé he is, purchased me the most gorgeous pair of Navy Hunter Wellies for my birthday.

I sit here today, with the rain streaming down, patting myself on the back for finally owning a pair. They’re gorgeous, they keep my feet dry (and my jean cuffs dry – wet jean cuffs are my biggest pet peeve), and I look absolutely fabulous in them. I don’t really understand how I survived without them.

Now, to finally complete my life, I shall be ordering a pair of fleece Welly liners to keep my feet warm during the Winter as well.

Rumour is that we’re getting snow this weekend, YUCK! Although, my hatred of snow is somewhat overshadowed by the excitement of my tiny puppy playing in the snow for the first time.

Knock Knock

I just want to put it out there that I don’t find knock-knock jokes funny. I never have, maybe it’s because I don’t really understand them? Why is someone knocking on my door? Have you ever actually said ‘Who’s there?’ before opening the door? I HATE it when people knock on my door, its such an intrusion into my space. Unless the person on the other side is delivering Thai food.

Kind of like when the phone rings, I hate answering the phone. I rarely do. Except for this morning when my father thought 6:50 am would be an appropriate time to call. I bolted for the phone because I thought something horrible had happened to mom. She’s fine. But I did leave my cell phone at their house last night.

Anyways, back to the jokes. Who invented them?

Such a waste of time...... Kind of like this blog.

That being said – I tell a lot of knock-knock jokes. I make up my own on the spot and they’re never funny nor do they make sense, yet I continue. They make Derek laugh and he loves them, and that’s why we’re getting married.

Knock-Knock

Who's there?

Unconditional Love.

Unconditional Love who?

Unconditionally Love me.