Kirsten and I were out in the garden the other morning, milling about before we had to go to work. I was on one side of the house, and she was sitting on the front steps, when she said, "Hey... it's raining!".

I thought this was a little odd, since I hadn't felt a single drop of rain, but when I looked over I saw that she was right -- it was raining on her half of the front yard. She didn't believe me until she walked over to where I was and stepped out of the rain.

(Story note: I'm really, really tired today. The story may not be near so interesting and humourous to you as it is/was to me)