Thursday, August 24, 2006

Don't touch my stuff

Right now, I am sitting on my couch in my pajamas (sort of) with Monty Python's Flying Circus running in the background. I am eating a root beer float in preparation for the joy of going to the state fair on Saturday (note that I didn't capitalize the words "state" or "fair", that would be the musical).

It is raining outside, and I am hoping that it will stop by the time Rusty needs to go potty. But the good news is that there is clear sky to the west.

At least I'm not going to be sleeping in a tent tonight. When I was camping in July, my brother and I were in the tent. After a couple of wicked rainstorms, we informed our parents (we didn't ask, because it wasn't optional) that we were getting rid of the tent. The tent rode on the back of Matthew's truck straight to the dumpster. That was a lovely day.

Rusty wants to show you his new trick, but he hasn't perfected it yet. So we'll keep it a secret until it's perfect.

Have a lovely evening!

Ciao~

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