Really?

Last Friday Elizabeth asked me to go on a bike ride with her.
What she didn't tell me was how looong of a ride she wanted to take.
And what I didn't realize was there was a lot of rain coming our way. And when I saw the clouds, it was too late. We were committed.

We biked to Meijer so Elizabeth could buy some gummy dinosaurs and on our way home she wanted to stop by her friend's house. So she could share some of her candy. *cute*
I actually enjoyed our little visit, and was pleased to be able to meet this friend's mother. But the whole time, I was keenly aware there was some rain a'comin' and we ought to get going.

Sure enough, just a few seconds after we got back on the road - I felt one.
And another.
Little drops of water on my hands.
The rain had arrived.
And before I knew it, I was getting hit by some very big rain drops. Elizabeth and I were riding pretty fast in our attempt to get home before it REALLY started raining. Going that fast was difficult for me, because I was blinking so much to try to keep the rain out of my eyes.
Just then I heard the familiar ring from Elizabeth's phone, which lets her know she's just received a text message. I looked ahead at her - riding down hill through the rain - as she leaned forward on her bike, opened her purse, and took out her phone to check her message.
I called out, "REALLY? You're going to read your text while we're riding through the rain???"
She just laughed.
And as she put her phone away she called back, "Michaela says her mom thinks you're nice!"

Well, I guess that message was worth risking life and limb to read. *wink*