So, Chase's parents and sister drove down from Virginia to visit this past weekend and we threw an engagement party so they could meet a bunch of people. It was splendid. Tons of fun, tons of good food and plenty of hot weather. This makes me glad I'm getting married in January while it's cooler. But glory be, I am exhausted. I feel like sleeping for a million hours. That'd be great.
The other evening, the sky fell out. I mean all out, like violent baby vomit. (I actually witnessed a spectacular - across the room projection once. It was amazing.) The sky turned a hazy green and produced a fervent offering of lightning and thunder to make Zeus proud. I wondered if the sky was trying to make up for months of peaceful weather. Have I ever mentioned how much I enjoy a good thunder and lightning storm? Because I do. It is true. I like to wrap up in a cozy blanket and feel all safe and secure inside a warm, dry building. When I'm out camping, I don't like the storms so much. It's really not fun getting soaked and all your stuff getting soaked and not being all warm and cozy. That's not good.
Well, I'm all distracted by the tv. My parents actually have it on and are vaguely watching CNN. They're going on and on and on about the Michael Jackson custody speculation. I hate speculation. I thought the news was supposed to report the news. Like, stuff that actually happened. Not about stuff that hasn't happened and that they just make up possible outcomes. That's a waste of my time.
With that in mind, I'm peacing out. It's too much effort to concentrate after working all day. I want to go unconcentrate on dinner and trashy television. Mostly on dinner. Then I want my fiancee to get out of his meeting early and get back here. I miss him.
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