I Like Rain

Certain phrases have been ingrained in my psyche. Sometimes, they are from movies, a cartoon, words a child says before they understand the rules of our English language. Sometimes, they are phrases that I'll make fun of. Some are from childhood and some have been established since Troy and I have been married.

When Mom would be frustrated with my siblings and/or me, but not to the point of really being angry, she would say, "Slowly I turn, step by step, inch by inch...." I have no idea what this was from, but I still use it today.

When I was little and worried I was in trouble, I would ask, "Are you mean with me?"

Troy and I laughed at the exercise equipment commercial that shows the girl holding the waistline of a pair of jeans about five inches from her waist saying, "My fat jeans don't fit anymore!" Whenever we are feeling silly we use slurred, nasally voices to say, "My fat jeans don't fit anymore!"

Which brings me to the title of my post. Last night, Troy and I were at Target and I handed a last minute purchase to the cashier. It was a package of gum, the new Wrigley's "5". There are three flavors: Cobalt, Rain, and Flare. I decided since I have already tried Cobalt and Rain to try Flare. I wasn't sure, because the name "Flare" seems a little to cinnamony-hot for me. When I handed the package to the cashier, obviously a gum connoisseur, he said, "I like Rain. Have you tried Rain? I like Rain. Cobalt is good too, but I like Rain better. See?" He then showed me that he, in fact, had a package of Rain flavored gum in his pocket! Well, I also like Rain, so I changed my mind and exchanged the Flare for Rain.

So, from now on, if I'm trying to decide between two different things, I think I'll say to myself, "I like Rain."