No more pencils, no more books! And rain

The last day of school! Yay! I think. No more alarm clock. No more hurried rushes and forgotten items. No more packing lunches. No more panic attacks over rain on laundry days. No more frickin' pancakes every morning, eww. It will be officially over for a few short months, this afternoon. She can eat pop tarts, make them herself, sleep until noon (peaceful), wear the booty shorts with mismatched socklets, or live in a bathing suit. On the other hand, she'll be here all day, every day. With her stanky little friends. Yikes.

There's a lovely outdoor scene. It's raining cats and dogs, I love it! Lissa had been reminding me all night that I promised, PROMISED!, she could walk to school again. It just went on and on and on. So, before she even got up, I layed out a raincoat with a hood and her favorite umbrella. She got up, looking like a zombie, took one look out the door and said, 'Will you drive me?' Umm, yeah. Go figure. Kids always want the opposite of what you think they will. After playing field games all day yesterday, in the heat, and walking home, her shoes were so stinky, I gagged. I actually gagged. She thinks this is hilarious. She's proud of it. She said the teachers didn't allow anyone to close windows or doors when they came inside because they all stank so bad. She asked me what 'ripe' meant. The teacher called them all ripe. This is also quite funny, I guess. Poor teachers. They don't get paid enough to endure that sort of grossness. She lost one pair of sneakers (yep, flat out lost them. How do you do that??), she left one pair at Grandpa's house, she lost one pair to pond mud, so, she only had these left and they smell so bad I made her leave them outside. I figured she could break the rules on the last day and wear her fancy new flip flops Grandma Laura bought her. But, then it poured, so I told her to go put on the stank shoes and I'll throw them away after today. I totally forgot she left the stinkers outside. Minutia, right? Oh, well, what's new? Big ol' size 10 sneakers filled with rain water. Boats..ha ha. She also thought this was hiiiiiiiiilarious. Joke's on me. Dim ol' grandma. Yeah, yeah. She wore the flip flops. Who cares?

I'm stoked to see this hard rain. My garden and transplanted flowers will flourish now. When the heat that follows this hits the soaked ground, all my seeds will sprout overnight. It's pathetic how excited this makes me. I'll be working outside in the rain today as soon as it tapers off a bit. This is a perfect time to move plants. It means I can save some more big flowers growing the wrong places. I have high hopes for my weedy back fence line. But, nature always has it's own plans and ways, so we'll see. Anyhow...this seems appropriate today...