And happy birthday, D! Hooray!
I had yet another weird dream last night. This time, all the Alphans were at either a concert or a movie theatre, but everyone was packed into 2 or 3 rows. Something smelled funny, and I looked back and thought Jessa's mom was dead, but apparently she wasn't. Odd. Then some other random stuff happened, and I was actually dreaming about LJ for a few minutes.
Yesterday, Dad and I went to Lowe's (after driving around Greensburg for a while since he forgot to get directions first) and got a Rubbermaid tool shed for the back yard. After putting it together, I looked at our dilapidated old swing set and told him we should tear the thing down. So we took it apart and cut up the wood and threw everything else away. It was at least 17 years old (we got it when I was 2 or 3), and the wood was rotten and broken, the bolts were rusty, and the thing was basically a lawsuit waiting to happen. If I wasn't rendered emotionless by this stupid medication, I would have felt sad about it, but it was time for the swing set to go bye bye before it hurt someone. After that, we went to Bruster's for ice cream. Yum!
Over the past few days, I saw "Death to Smoochy" and "Real Women Have Curves." DTS was pretty funny, and RWHC was great. Movies are funfunfun.
Tomorrow, I'm going to Vermont for a week. I may or may not update. Pop Pop has a laptop up there (my uncle Clarke gave it to him, but he never uses it), but we're in the middle of nowhere so connecting to the internet places a long distance call and I can't go on very long. But we'll see.
Well, I was supposed to start vaccuuming the house... I should do that now. And for some reason, my throat hurts. Toodeloo.