Rain boots.

I have a pair of blue plaid rain boots.   I’m fond of them even though they make my feet sweat more than usual.  I like them for things such as spring poo pick up and anything involving mud as they spray off with a hose and are ready for the next adventure.

I was REALLY excited to find them on sale at a discount store one day. $10 for cute rainboots?  SOLD!

Bargain boots for dirty jobs!  Did I mention they are plaid?

So this year the snow melts, the yard needs de-mining and I went out to get the job done… but alas, my boots were in the city, not at dad’s where I needed them.  I went with the gortex instead.

I was in the city yesterday.  I had my hands on my functional rain boots and I thought, “do I really want to lug these back and forth this week?” and I left them in the box.  (Rubber rain boots are kind of heavy.)

Guess where it’s raining today.

Yeah.  Where the rainboots are not.

Can you guess what that means?

Yup.  Now I for sure need to go to Alaska this summer, as that is where rain boots are made for and I really want to get my money’s worth of usage out of them.