How much rain, you ask?
Well, until this morning, the sponge-like properties of my Big Black Jacket had never been truly observed. It is now making a very large puddle on my floor. After being wrung out.
Pffft. Figures. It only rains while I'm walking back from class. Nooo, now it's nice and clear. Well, gray. But clear. *shakes fist at the sky* I and my umbrella will thwart you yet!
Yes, I stole my umbrella from home. It is mine because I found it. It was in the middle of a moderately busy intersection near my house, and had survived being run over at least twice (I saw two cars go over it and I have no idea how long it had been there). I figured any umbrella tough enough to handle that deserved better than to be lying unloved on the street. So I picked it up. It functions just fine. I can fly with it.
Okay, maybe not. But it does work perfectly.
Kevin is ungodly amounts of sweet. I really do not know how to deal with this. I feel I should either run away screaming or propose marraige. I am guessing I should find some middle ground.