So today the children attended Zoo Camp, wherein we allow them to spend the day at the zoo being herded around by patient young college students. They have all attended summer sessions since they each attained the ripe old age of four, so this is old hat for them. There are no tears at the dropping-off. In fact they barely acknowledge that we will be parting company. Such sentimental things they are.
It being December in the Pacific Northwest, and also zoo camp day, the weather monsooned all day. I picked up three damp, tired children in the looming dark of 4pm. Since there were three of them, each having to be picked up from a different earnest (yet oddly haughty) young camp worker, I spent about fifteen minutes in the downpour.
Oh, I had an umbrella. It’s a cute little ultra-compact rainbow-striped number meant to fit neatly into your handbag. (As if I would sully my Coach with a wet umbrella, but there it is.) Despite this, everything from the lower back on down was liberally moistened by the time I got back to the van.
And? There was a gust of wind, and my totes adorbs brelly turned inside out and connected with the side of my head with a resounding THWACK.
Yes. I was victim to a freak umbrella accident.
WHERE’S MY TELETHON OMG