The Rain

I felt better today, so I thought I'd risk going outside. It had stopped raining, the sun was more or less shining and my bike computer needed testing. So I woke Boyfriend up in a way he didn't mind, made him sleepy all over and then demanded we go to the post office, because that's the kind of person I am.

Why the post office? Because the man on the phone had said we had to go there if my package hadn't shown up, and it hadn't. We got the same woman helping us as before. She checked everything again and told us, sorry, no package. It seems that particular quest might be going on for a while longer.

After that, I wanted to be a dutiful daughter and humor my father in his idea that forty euros is a reasonable price for a week of surfing in Germany. Sure, it said twenty euros, but the little print said twenty more euros for the setup kit and registration. Also, it doesn't work if there's no cell phone reception. Which there isn't where he's planning on using it. But one doesn't argue with the man who spawned them, so I had looked up the nearest Aldi and tempted Boyfriend into going there with me using my breasts sparkling personality.

Of course, it started raining as soon as we got out of the post office, turning into a downpour over the next fifty meters. I decided to turn back. Nevermind the fact that we had no fabric softener or food in the house. A cold on top of whatever was poking my insides didn't seem like a smart move.

By the time we got near the supermarket, about two minutes later, it had practically stopped raining, so we went in to see about food. I was not turning back. My jeans was pasted onto my skin and the weather was being spiteful, so I knew I'd get soaked if I got stubborn about the Aldi thing. So we went in and got two bags of chicken paella from the freezer department. I hadn't eaten since six o'clock, so I was hungry. Somehow, chocolate milk, white chocolate, two boxes of ice cream cones and some Happy Hippo snacks made their way into our bag. Like I said, feeling better.

We checked the mail coming back home. Well, I went upstairs to save the frozen goods, Boyfriend did the whole mail thing.

The rest of the day, we just sat inside, waiting for it to stop raining.

Also, my good intentions of no junk food today sort of wilted in the evening. One, we had sort of forgotten about our dishwashing machine for the past two days, making us run out of pots and pans and two, we were lazy. So we went to McDonalds. But tomorrow, there's another day.