this imploding heart

I didn't mean to make the third verse the same as the first

Oh man, I want to talk about Cake's 4am run-in with the cops last night, but I think that might steal his thunder. Stay tuned.

Summer has the delightful effect of making every nice day feel just like a movie. I've been riding the creamsicle scooter around in all pastel dresses and little white shoes lately, the scenery seems too beautiful to be real, the warm breeze makes it feel like I might not be outdoors or touching the ground, and people have been beaming at me from all directions. Perhaps because all the flower and water smells make me grin like a fool.

So other than the whole 'If I tip over, I'm going to lose all the skin off one side of my body and probably break a couple bones...maybe get my spine crushed by a logging truck.' thing, it's been great.

My father and uncle came by the Summit on Saturday to pick up any remaining debris. I had spent a few hours cleaning the kitchen on Friday night, so I did a somewhat half-ass job of washing the bathroom sink and toilet, swept and vacuumed, told the ghosts goodbye and left molds-ville forever and ever, amen.

Tonight, our new household will be complete, as Roxy is picking Souxie up from the airport at 6. I suspect that this will be a household of high-volume hijinks.

Posted by Sonya at August 2, 2004 03:27 PM