Running out the door late this morning, but before I go, this: there’s a chick flick out today. AND it stars John Cusak. YESSSSS! AND it has something to do with dogs. To me, it sounds almost too good to be true. But I’m not complaining. I am way over due for a chick flick and John Cusak (although not, really, things having to do with dogs, as my life revolves around them at the time being. But whatever).
Meanwhile, it’s finally cooled off here, following some huge thunderstorms last night. The power went off for about two hours—right in the middle of a Gilmore Girls episode, of course—which left us digging for candles and flashlights and then sitting there, in the flickering light, while the sky lit up outside. It was awfully quiet (except for the thunder crashing) so we got out our IPOD and speakers and listened to a little Mitch Hedberg, which turned out to be a great way to kill the time. You can’t beat giggling in the dark, right?
“I’m tired of following my dreams. I’m just gonna find out where they’re going, and hook up with them later.” He was the best.
I think I’ll just leave you with that.