Raindrops are fallin' on my head (and feet)

Yesterday I decided to go shopping for rainboots...finally, after 5 years of living in the land of near-constant precipitation. So off to Target I went. Being a woman in my mid-twenties, I thought it rational to head to the women's section and try these on:



Then I remembered that I have the feet of a fourth grader. So off to the kid's section I went. And this is what I found:



Now if you've known me for longer than 5 minutes, you know that a hot pink polka dot number is about the last thing on earth I'd be caught wearing. Also, my wardrobe has advanced beyond the flourescent stage, so these just wouldn't do.

Next:



Nothing says "rainy days got me down" quite like skull and crossbones boots. Not exactly the sentiment I'm going for. I plow on:



Does anyone remember Rainbow Bright? I'm pretty sure these are her boots. For the probably of me donning them, please refer back to children's option #1.

And last but not least:



Which is the clear choice if you are stalking someone in the rain. Or in the Amazon.

And so I settled on these:



Clearly the practical choice, since they won't hit the Western NY pavement for another 3 months or so. Year 6 of soggy soles it is!