I walked home from the bust stop very slumping.
Very slumping is when your shoulders are sad. And your head can't
hold up that good.
Grandma Miller was in the nursery.
She babysits me and my baby brother in the afternoon.
His name is Ollie.
I love him a real lot. Except I wish he didn't live at my actual
house.
I started this to talk about "very slumping" and how I get that, but I think I want to talk about loving people that you wish didn't live at your actual house. Ever have those moments? Remember when I mentioned that there are some Sundays that I can either be real or I can be warm and welcoming, but not both. Yesterday was one of those days. And most of the people that I love more than my own life I did, in fact, wish they didn't live at my actual house. Including myself. Does anyone have an extra bedroom that isn't being occupied by a Katrina or Rita evacuee'? Seriously, if you'll cook for me and do your own laundry, you probably shouldn't tell me -- I may be there before dinner!
Still simply miserably hot -- we tied a heat record yesterday --104*. Doesn't that just make you think of pumpkins, trick-or-treating, and caramel apples? Me neither. So, just to grieve that only in our schedules is it not summer, here's a moment of reminiscing for you:
These pictures were taken the middle of August, shortly after it had rained off and on for 3 days and it was about 85*. It's now the end of September, I don't think we've had a drop of rain all month, and it's 104*.
