Random, that’s me

Some days you have to be random.  Today is my day.  Because really I’ve been random all week.  Like when I write and read.  I’ve been spending the week at my parent’s house during naptime, working on sewing a dress to wear to my brother’s wedding.  Every day brought a panic attack as I stared at the material, knowing I can’t cut straight or sew straight.  All I have to do is add the ribbon, the straps, and the zipper.  Then I can figure out a hairstyle for an evening, New England wedding held at a Victorian mansion.  Right.

Maybe some of you noticed there weren’t any July 4^th crafts.  That’s because I’ve been too busy planning for a birthday party July 5^th, which means I’ve been running errands every day like a crazy woman.  As it is, I held off present shopping as long as I could, hoping the husband would be in town to share in the joy.  No such luck.  Again today I’ll be gone during my normal blogging and reading hour.

I meant to write this all last night.  But the monsoons are here.  (Or at least what we call monsoons.)  I love thunderstorms.  It’s like God and sex rolled into one, and I can enjoy it fully clothed.  Last night while I tried to catch up on the blog reading after bedtime, I kept hearing the massive thunder rattling the windows, lightening flashing through the sky.  (Don’t worry I was on an unplugged laptop.)  The storm called to me, so I went out to see what was happening, only to find the world was holding its breath.  The storm flashed around me at a perfect three miles all around.  The Eye.  I watched for a half an hour as the storm just sat, flashing, hollering, being absolutely beautiful.

Now I really should go as breakfast is done.  The boys are running loose.  I have a room or two to vacuum, dishes to do, a shower to take.  Then it’s shopping.  Read ya all soon!