An update for Ms. Morrisette* on the definition of irony

You and your husband decide to take the dogs for an extra long walk on a beautiful Sunday afternoon down never before explored trails.

Once you are miles from the car, it starts raining as though the monsoon season has just hit. Your glasses become useless, your hair drips, your jeans are so wet they weigh 20 lbs more than they did when you put them on, and with every step you hear and feel squishing water between your toes.

In the nice, dry car (which, again, is miles and miles away) are the birthday presents you got yesterday from your parents - nice, new, guaranteed never-to-leak waterproof coats (so that you could walk the dogs in all kinds of weather!).

But? We discovered miles of trails we'd never been down and were amazed at the beautiful forests we travelled through. We had no idea how far the trails would take us and it was just incredible that even in the middle of a fairly decent sized city, there lies such a refuge. I'll bring a camera next time we go.

After a shower and a hot chocolate I'm fully recovered, though the eau de wet dog still lingers heavily in the air around here.

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*Not that she reads my blog, but that song always unleashed the snottypants in me - it's not ironic to have a blackfly in your chardonnay. It's unfortunate, it's annoying, but there's no irony there.