Got a ride home from the Boychoir auditions from one of my all-time favorite Boychoir moms, Joiner Mom. She is to Boychoir what I will never be. Nope. Not a joiner. I learned something really important from her. She is married to Eagle Scout Dad, and he taught her not to wear jeans when it is raining.

I should have married the Eagle Scout. I was in a long Jean Skirt, The Big One was in jean shorts, and we stood out in the pouring rain under our gigantic umbrella. “No need to wear your rainpants honey.” My husband is clearly not an Eagle Scout. Handsome. Charming. Talented. Not an Eagle Scout.

We are still feeling a little water logged and my shoes will never be the same. New addition on the things we need to buy list. Rain Boots.