Rainy days

So I go to the grocery store this morning to pick up a few things. I was on my way home from LA, where I was dog sitting with my sister. I had just planned on going from her house to my own when I decided I would stop by the store real quick. I was wearing some warm-up pants and a USC hoodie. I ran in and grabbed a loaf of French bread and a bottle of wine. I felt all fancy picking up such sophisticated things. And the bottle cost 9 dollars, so I was feeling really good (no 2 buck Chuck for this girl today!) Then I see this really, really hot fireman walk by. Feeling so sophisticated with my bread and wine, I smile at him. What hot fireman can resist such a sophisticated lady such as myself? I walk by him like I’m so breezy and cool, barely gracing his existence with my smile. Then I get home, set my things down, and walk into the other room. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. The rain has not treated my new cut hair kindly, and it looks like a partially-wavy, partially-froey, completely rats-nesty mess! So much for my sophistication. Note to self: wear a hat next time it rains.