I have to admit that sometimes I really like taking advatage of my femininity and of Hubby's chivalrous tendencies. Last night after our early anniversary dinner, we stopped in at Menard's to check out some stuff for the house. While there, it started pouring down rain. Just absolutely a deluge. We decided to window shop a little and try to wait out the storm, but finally ran out of time and had to leave. While we stood outside under the awning and dismally watched the rain rushing in torrents thru the parking lot, my Prince Charming said he would run for the car. He brought it up as close as possible to the awning and as I happily jumped in, dry and pleased, I said, "This is one of those times when its great to be a woman."
