But I have to drive for forty-five minutes to get there... wine... and I have lost my comfortable white shoes in the packing somewhere so I had to wear the hideously toe-pinching painful shoes. And we stand on a hard wood surface. And we stood for the whole practice.
Nobody was wearing spring dresses, either, and it wasn't that cold.
Spring dresses before Easter?! < gasp! >
White shoes before Memmorial Day?! < double gasp! >
I took the plunge and planted the rhubarb in the planter box. Also repotted a philodendron to take to work and planted Miss Cat some grass to gnaw on.
You'll get no sympathy from me.