Although I don't mind rain at all, today it seems altogether too wet - even for the dog. Although I quite like the dog, he's getting on my nerves because he refuses to go for a walk and must be storing up no end of trouble in that tiny Yorkie body....and a bladder infection. Although I don't mind walking, like it even, I am secretly glad the dog doesn't want to wee in the rain because I will get wet. Although I don't mind getting wet, afterwards I feel like sitting in, eating cold chocolate, drinking hot chocolate and watching the Christmas channel two months early. Although once in a while that is allowed, I do it very often and wobble a bit. Although that's who I am, I can't fit into my clothes and am due at a party in like....fifteen minutes.
And, I don't know whether the dog or the rain's to blame for me still sitting in my pyjamas.