YOU CAN STAND UNDER HER WOGBRELLA

The Wog has a beloved Tinkerbell umbrella bearing her name. When she saw the rain this morning, she was very excited to don all of her rainwear and hunted down the umbrella from its hiding place. (It has to remain hidden, otherwise she insists that it be open then shut; open then shut; open then shut. All. Day. Long.) Here she is, posing outside. Pretty fashionable for a trip to the dump, huh?