Just ducky

It's the last day before April. Water everywhere. The snowbanks are sinking quickly like the playoff hopes of the Oilers. Oh well. Yesterday, as I tried to find a puddle-free place to walk, I declared it was time, high time in fact, that I buy myself a pair of ducky boots. Ducky boots! came the reply. Not this again. Before long, my foot finds another puddle. My sock soaks it up. I'm all growls. I hate getting my feet wet. The way a wet foot looks when you get home and finally pull your sock off. No way to warm up after that.