it never, ever rains in palm springs, i said

the whole way down, the weather people said it would rain.

"oh, that's just for LA, redlands, beaumont, and sich," i said. "it never rains in palm springs, and when it does, it's just for a couple minutes."

bleh. it's downright soggy out there and we both left all our bike foulies at home. well, hops brought her long gloves and forgot the knuckle scrapers, so i guess that worked out for her. me, i coulda used my booties. alas: cold feets await me.