I'm going to be a counselor at Camp Edisto at the end of June...I'm excited. It should be fun. The other counselors and I are supposed to be hanging out at Sesquicentennial State Park before then for a half-weekend, which should also be fun. I only have one iggling. Christine said we're going on a hike. An easy hike, she says. Uh-huh. Christine, I love you to death, but you rock-climb. When you say a hike is easy, I don't believe you.
I made dinner today. I make dinner a lot now. Mostly cause since my mommy and daddy both work now, if I don't make dinner, dinner doesn't get made. Cause my sister is mean. Today I made orange-barbecue chicken. Tastes like sunshine. I make a lot of things that taste like sunshine lately, it seems.
Sometimes I am reminded that Jennifer and I live in two very different worlds. She was at the computer reading something tonight, and she asks me, "Who is John Myer?"
I made a noise somewhere between a squeak of disbelief and a gasp of pain. I developed a tic. Meanwhile, Jennifer is giving me her best "Lord, you slow" look and trying to get me to answer her question. Maybe I shouldn't have been quite so dramatic. I get kinda stupid when it comes to John Mayer.
Tuesday, May 24, 2005
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