2) I wish I could lead a double life. Being back home makes me happy. I miss seeing sunsets and driving places with no traffic and running into my grandpa at the coffee shop. But I would miss lots about the East Coast including walking places for dinner, always having something to do and being close to both mountains and the ocean. Maybe I could transplant all my friends and family to a place just like this that happens to be close to a bigger city. Anybody know of a place like that?
3) It's a good thing my bridesmaid's dress is literally one-size-fits-all. Every morning when I wake up, I'm rounder than I was when I went to sleep. It's weird to expand overnight like this.
4) I forgot what storms in the Midwest are like. It has rained every day since we've been home - significant, thunder-and-lightning, pouring-buckets-of-water rain. (To be fair, this is unusual.) As I write this, we are debating the merits of going down to the basement. People are pacing around the house trying to get a sense of what kind of storm we've got coming (except my dad, who rationally - or stupidly - decided to get in the shower before we lose power).
But I also forgot what a cold front feels like. While we were sweltering in the living room about 15 minutes ago, the clouds rolled in, the breeze came through and it cooled off about 20 degrees. I'd take the heat for awhile if I could be guaranteed that I'd get the satisfaction of feeling a cool front like this every time!
Update: I've been kidnapped.
As I write this, I am sitting in the unfinished basement. I came down here against my will but in the interest of my unborn child I figured I'd play it safe. (Actually I was really just tired of getting barked at to go to the basement.) The guy on the radio says a tornado has touched down about 15 miles from here. The bride-to-be is spastic and currently weighing the pros and cons of going back upstairs to get her wedding dress. Mom is filling the water softener since she can't sit still for more than 30 seconds. My brother is upstairs muttering about how much people around here overreact. RT has headed up to get my camera so we can document this monumental occasion. And dad is still in the shower.
2 comments:
omg ellen stay in the basement! tornadoes are no joke. very impressed that you can get on the internet in your basement too. keep us posted :) and you had a big storm on your wedding day - tell janice it is good luck!
Yeah, for some reason preggos sitting out watching for funnel clouds is viewed as favorably as being in a bar. :) hope you aren't in Oz! Were there tornados at RT's wedding, too?
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