Procrastination!

I had so many plans on my to do list Monday. Plans that involved doing actual things, like putting on real pants, leaving the house, making non online purchases. The such. Then the rain began. (Re-read that last sentence in a grandiose Charlton Heston Ten Commandments voice. That will now pop into your head every time it starts raining.)

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If you don't know me, you probably can't imagine my aversion to rain. It's almost as strong as Charlton Heston's aversion to gun control. This entire post is not going to be about the Heston. Maybe. Seriously though, I hate rain. I have nothing against it's life giving earth quenching properties. I've danced in it, splashed in it, and love hearing it fall while I'm indoors. But the minute I have to go through it to get somewhere, it becomes my enemy. My hair inflates to ten times it's normal width and height no matter the quantity of smoothing serums, frizz control products, or cute braids I employ. My pants dampen to uncomfortable levels and droop with the weight of the water. The shoes I have on are guaranteed to be canvas or fancy and easily ruined. Rain leaves me a soggy complaining mess.

I think more rain falls on me than other people. It seeks me out. I also feel this way about wind. I always seem more affected. I thought becoming impenetrable to inclement weather happened automatically with adulthood. Nope. I'd like to also note that I like snow even less. It leaves me just as puffy haired but also cold. I'm now realizing I'm some odd type of weather scrooge.

So, my rainy evening was spent marathoning Peep Show. It's a hilarious British comedy on the Netflix that everyone should watch. No matter the weather.

P.S. Yes, I call it "the" Netflix. I'm an old lady in a 24 year old's body.