Perfect End to a Perfect Day
And in case you're wondering, that is sarcasm right there. Thank you. As if after the whole donation fiasco things couldn't get any worse, I come home, and we have selective power in the house. For some reason, only some of the lights and what seemed like no power outlets were working. I yell at my little brother Mark who tells me this while he's laying on his ass on the couch. I said check the breakers in the garage, he said he did and they were all on. He said our mom had called the power company and something about a transformer blowing up somewhere that was causing the problem. Now what does one do without power?
I was a little ticked because I was supposed to call Elena when I got home and couldn't because in this day and age when every phone in your house is a portable one, how can you make a call with no electricity? You can't, but I could use my cell phone at the wonderful international rate of $0.15 a minute. So I finally try to relax for the day out on the deck, since I get a crap cell signal in the house, and I'm talking to Elena and she's exhausted from taking three dance classes in a row, and she hasn't taken a dance class since before Christmas, so needless to say she'll be sore in the morning. She said she was tired of moping around being fat and lazy (two things she isn't, but try to convince her of that, she can be stubborn sometimes, but can't we all) so she said she was going to make the most of the time she had left there, which is definitely the spirit to have.
Of course I have to have my conversation interrupted by my dad as he's yelling at me that the dog got out of the house, again. What he's really saying is I can't seem to get it into my head to not open the door to garage while the dog is at my heels. So I chase Keyser down to the next door neighbors back porch, scoop him up in my arms and carry him home. And then I called Elena back, told her the horror story of the blood donation and had a really good little talk. She's been dropping all these little lines and thoughts here and there. A few weeks ago it was, "When we move in we're going to have a huge DVD collection." (my family has about 400+ between all of my brothers and whatever we've bought my dad, and she's got at least 100, we're movie people, so we have that in common) to a couple of weeks ago when we were talking about picky eating, "When we're married you're going to eat everything that I cook for you." Fair enough. Today we were talking about travel and I said I know where we should travel to next, and she said Italy, and those were my thoughts exactly. Randy's friend Andrea, the Grace to his Will, except he's not gay, (actually he's on a date at the moment with a girl named Beth and it must be going well because he's still not home and its past 10, wow I'm babbling) she just got back from Italy and said it was amazing. So I say to Elena that we should definitely go there when she comes back, maybe we can go next year when I have more vacation time and my wallet recovers and she says that her and her roommate where thinking that Italy would be the perfect place to go on a honeymoon. I called her on all three of those statements and asked what was up? Not that they scare me or anything, I actually like hearing her say those things. She just said thats what she was feeling and that she felt like she wanted to express it. Cool with me.
So I hung up with Elena because she was about to pass out and my parents joined me on the deck with Keyser, who had tons of fun running around the pool and eating leaves. I think he really enjoys the deck and pool because he gets to run free within the fenced in area and pretend like he's an outside dog when he's obviously not. My dad was sitting on the deck by the steps with his feet in the water and Keyser walked along next to him and started walking down the stairs and into the pool. My dad had to grab him by the collar and explain to him that he can't go in the pool alone, like you would to a little kid, except that just like a little kid he's not going to understand. Strangely enough though, he didn't try to go in again, he did jump up on the diving board a few times and walk out to the edge. I'm going to die laughing the day he actually does jump in, and I know that day is soon. He already jumps in from the side sometimes, when he's not falling in.
While all this is going on I have an ice pack on my arm to stop it from bruising, or at least control it so its not as bad. I must say, paper towels have come a long way in this day and age. I was able to use the same paper towel, as it got wet from the condensation from the ice, throughout the whole night. I good two hours or so. Honestly, the ziplock bag gave out and spring a leek before the paper towels tore. I spent the rest of the night praying that my laptop battery would hold out so I could watch all of 50 First Dates on DVD. Never saw it before and it was cute. Made a copy for Elena, since she's the biggest Adam Sandler fan. Thankfully the power came back on two hours ago so we have AC as its going to be a hot and humid night.
And with that I'm going to put this perfect day to rest and go to sleep. Here's to hoping tomorrow goes slightly better. It honestly can't be much worse than today.
Comments
Italy is soooo much fun! In my personal opinion, Venice is the coolest city and would make an absolutely amazing honeymoon! Scott and I (if we get our butts in gear) are going to go to Paris and Venice sometime this year. Hope your arm is better!
Posted by: Jenniy | June 17, 2004 11:43 AM