Tonight I had several errands to run with the kids. We're leaving in the a.m. to make the trek to Texas (Cheri, will we actually be there at the same time or will we be passing each other via I35?). Before we left I wanted to get the kids some July 4th outfits (because...duh...they need them). I also had to go get a few necessities. On the way to our pre-shopping meal of Qdoba (kids eat free on Tuesday!), I noticed the sky looked...dark. But, heck, we haven't had rain in, like, 13 years (not counting the minor Sunday morning shower) so why worry, right?

Of course, I made the stupid decision to go get their outfits first. When we were finishing that up, it started pouring. I mean POURING. Like in Noah-like, biblical proportions. And we still HAD to go to Target. When you need diapers, you need diapers, people!

Ok, I'll be honest here. It wasn't the diapers that made me go to Target. True, we were low. But not out. I needed makeup. Bad. And to me makeup is as important (if not more) as diapers. So there you have it. Are you happy Mother Nature? ARE YOU?!

I grabbed the kids and held both of them and RAN into Target. By the time we got in, we were soaked. We were quite the talk of Target. Us and the people who bought the largest swimming pool and then asked 4 workers to carry it out to their car (What the heck?). My hair looked like I had just got out of the shower. I could have wrung my clothes out. The kids were equally as soaked. Kendall's hair was dripping wet as was her bow. Cason looked like he had been thrown into a swimming pool. And he had one thought to share on the subject:

"Mom, my shoes are wet."

And yes, I got my makeup.
And diapers.
And Oreos.