I love the idea of a lazy rainy day. Grey skies and wet sidewalks equal spending a little extra time under covers in the morning, watching movies and TV all day long, the smell of ooey gooey cookies wafting out of the oven. This sounds like a good day to me.
Well, it sounded like a good day to me, until we got a million rainy days in a row. Honestly by then I just wanted to go to the beach, the thick layer of clouds finally parting to reveal bright blue sky. I wanted that more than anything.
But thaaat didn’t happen. Instead I was stuck inside, again,and bored out of my mind. Not okay.