Vacation Recap

I won't recap the ENTIRE vacation. But it was good. Mike and I bummed around the lake for a week with some friends, which was a delight. Here are some things that happened...


TOP TEN: VACATION HIGHLIGHTS

10. Found an acorn, two snail shells, and a pretty rock.

9. Poured a third of my Fiji water down Mike's back on a whim. I don't know what possessed me; I'm so badly behaved.

8. Made some delightful new friends!

7. Ran over a dead deer in Cincinnati. At least, Mike ran over it; I was just in the car. There was dead deer on the bottom of the car for two days.

6. Went to see Frankie :D yaaaaaaaaay!

5. Did 5 - count 'em, 5 - haircuts.

4. Watched Mike fall in the lake trying to start Stirty's boat.

3. Poked a turtle with a reed.

2. Learned how to play Settlers of Catan - I highly recommend it to all fans of boardgames.

1. Mike and I confessed our undying love - *gasp* FINALLY! - on the lake in a boat watching the sunset. Perfect? Um, yes.

Out of Town

... since I have so many dedicated readers who will wonder where I am :P I am leaving for the lake this evening. Yaaaaaaaay!

Vacation or Bust

I am packing for a weeklong trip to the lake with some friends (and my wonderful boyfriend, to whom I shall henceforth refer as "Mad Mike"). Obviously, I'm pretty excited about this.

What I am NOT excited about is packing.

I dislike packing for the following reasons:
1. I can't finish packing my toiletries until the last minute (I mean, hello - toothbrush?), nor can I pack my Bible study stuff until the last available morning, and it upsets me that I can't pack them ahead of time and be done with it. I mean, I COULD pack them early, but then I would be off schedule and my teeth would be grotesque.
2. It makes my room messy.
3. I can never fit everything I want to bring into my suitcase. "Pack light?" What does that mean?

... that being said, I'm sure I'll survive somehow, though Mad Mike will probably make fun of me for packing over 50 pounds of luggage. Quite honestly, I'd make fun of someone who packed that much for a week-long trip, so I don't hold it against him.

Frankie will understand. Probably. Maybe.

Love Never Dies

... and neither does Mr. Webber's talent for absolutely hypnotizing audiences. If you haven't heard the music from Andrew Lloyd Webber's new show "Love Never Dies," you are missing out. You can buy it on iTunes. Just go listen to it. TRUST me.

The Highlight of My Week.

Today I was repeatedly flipped off by an old woman.

Yes, I was.

I was waiting for a gap in traffic, and she pulled up behind me and started blaring her car horn. "Perhaps," I thought, "she just leaned over to retrieve something off of the floor and hit it by accident." Nope. She kept going, and then she threw in the finger. I took the next available space in traffic (which, obviously, I had planned to do anyway), and not only did she follow me, honking and flipping, for two minutes, but she apparently decided I hadn't noticed her yet. So she cut me off, and then proceeded to drive 30 mph, still honking and flipping (and yelling, but I couldn't hear her... which was probably just as well).

So I smiled and gave her a twiddly sort of wave, and cut across three lanes of traffic to an exit she couldn't possibly make in time to follow me.

And then I pulled into a parking lot and laughed until I almost peed myself.

Back By Popular Demand

My best friend Frankie has decided I need to blog more often. So, in lieu of personal motivation, I have given her permission to pester me about it.

... that being said, I can't think of anything meaningful to write. I offer the following words in apology: farkleberry, callipygian, cutty sark.