We went to High Park this afternoon. We go there fairly often, Zoey likes to swim.
It was a nice, sunny day when we left and when we got there. Then it got cloudy. Then it started to rain pretty good. I told the boyfriend (whose name is about to be revealed in the video…woooo!) that I thought we should go home.
He insisted it would stop raining and we should stay, cuz Zoey was having so much fun.
The following is what actually happened:
The boyfriend and I, and 30,000 litres of rain pouring onto us. Please note Zoey in the background, happily swimming, oblivious to the rain and our misery. It was raining so hard I couldn’t see, I had to squint.
Good times. Goooood times.