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Re: I love PUDDLES
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T.T. Cuore
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Oct 31, 2009 14:17 PST
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No photo needed ... You painted a beautifully vivid picture for us. : )
Suzan
In a message dated 10/30/2009 9:59:44 A.M. Central Daylight Time,
syel-@attglobal.net writes:
TT
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Mom has Fridays off from work. This morning I went
for a morning walk
with my mom and my old/new rain jacket that I finally
consented to wear
without the hood. (I must be growing up, although
the hood would have
been absolutely over the top .... I can't see a thing,
even without it
on.) It was our puddle walk. This is the
game. We do it every Friday
morning. If it's wet outside, we
look for puddles, deep puddles along
the curbs, and believe me,
there are PLENTY of puddles in Chicago right
now. Deep puddles with
leaves floating in them. The leaves are the
color of my yellow rain
jacket. When we see a puddle, mom cries out
"DUNKIE!
PUDDLE!!!" and into it we both jump and splash one another.
Then I
stick my nose and face into it to see how deep it is and to see
if
anything interesting lies below the surface. Mom has rainboots.
Then I found something smelly to roll in. My mom said "ha, ha!
The
joke is on you, Dunk. It's only on your jacket and I can wipe it
off."
Darn!!! I wish we had a picture of it to share.
Bits of black and
white peeking out of bright yellow against bright
yellowing leaves on
the ground. Priceless.
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