Ahem.
Where was I? Oh, yeah. Rain ponchos are intended to drape, and they do so with all the elegance of dropcloths, especially when you stuff a purse, diaper bag, shopping bag, fanny pack, camera bag, etc., underneath it. Just accept that you're going to look like a shambling mound and get on with life.
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I'm a woman discovering her lesbian, right wing tendencies and am interested in coming out of the closet.
And for those of you wondering what that was about ... the dare Janet took up can be found here, the hope-you-don't-mind can be found here.
Um, okay.
For what it's worth, Janet was supposed to post the above message on a gay blog, a male blog, and a Republican blog. I was the middle one. Seems kind of silly to me, and not exactly the post I'd've preferred to be so dared upon, but there it is.
I did Disneyland with a 6 year old and an 18 month old in the pouring rain once. We still managed to have a good time. Just all chilled to the bone by the time we got back to the hotel. Brrrrrr!
When I was in high school, we did one of the Disney Christmas Carol thangs -- except that when we got there, it was raining cats and dogs. We still did our practice with the other choirs, which was much fun, and then we were all set loose on the park. Most of us were soaked within minutes, but had a great time running wild through a nearly-empty Disneyland.
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