I drive to work most days. Except today Sarah accidentally headed off to her job with my cars keys in her purse.

Not a big deal. It happens.

It figures, though, that this afternoon we had some of the most torrential rains I've ever seen in Chicago.

Sarah and I rode the L home together, and then ran from the station to our apartment through rain that seemed to come in bucket-fulls from every direction.

So, we got soaked. But we got soaked together. (...but it was still her fault)