There was a 90% chance of rain on our last day of BOB, but did we heed the warnings? Nope. The fair weather walk to the last joint session was too good to be true, for when the sesh was over, we were herded outside into a torrential downpour. It was a five minute walk back to the Obamas (the barracks), and we were absolutely, positively soaked through by the end. It was like we all took showers with our clothes on.
The girls of our Obama. If you look closely, you'll see that the fronts of our jeans are twenty shades darker than the backs. Ridic.