Brothers--Gotta love 'em

Dearest you,

Innnteresing.
It's mighty hot in the house today. The few minutes of rain today didn't help--in fact, it only served to raise the already high level of humidity. I'm not complaining :)　Buuuuut, those large droplets of water falling from the sky did give Gen a good laugh as she watched me dash out the front door--barefoot and all--to save the open windows of our car from killing the interior by drowning it in the unexpected rain. I was soaked, but grinning.

I played rook with my dad and two younger brothers the other evening. We used to pay it every night, but it's been a while, so we'd almost forgotten how to win. We knew how to play. My dad and I were on the same team and creamed the boys. They were unsore losers--good sports, the lot of them.

I was blown kisses by a boy a couple days ago. Well, OK, he WAS two-years-old, and he can't yet say my name...but he's still reaaally cute :P He's pretty much the easiest child to babysit.

This guy came yesterday to fix the water heater or some such thing. Guess what his name was? Shannon. Yeaaah, that was my reaction too. I was almost as horrified as the time I first watched Gone with the Wind and realized one of the main male characters was named Ashley. And then found out that the actor's name was Leslie.(Sorry to any guys named Shannon. Seriously--I'm REALLY sorry :)

Tuesday evening my mom and I were momentarily insane. Maybe temporarily is a better adjective. I mean, adverb. (Hmph, I had to think for a second there--not studying grammar this year has left my proficiency in it a little lax:) She was holding my hand through geometry problems that were due by midnight for an online course. Nooooo, I'm not a procrastinator. (Just in case you don't know me at all, that was written an intoxicating-ly sarcastic tone.) Anyways, we were both laughing hysterically--between that and allergies that compromise your sinuses, I just about died. But I didn't. Obviously, since I'm writing this. I mean, seriously, I couldn't be dead and still be writing this. Silly.


So Blake and Evan were quite humorous yesterday. Like they usually are, but yesterday I could transcribe their silliness into quotes. :P
Ex.
On our way home from music lessons (which took 2 hours instead of half an hour due to car tantrums), Evan informed me that he and I would be attending bartending school (there's actually one near our home). My little sister said, "Bar, and in ballet bar?"
Blake just got a haircut, and so all evening, whenever he randomly appeared in a doorway, he struck a model pose.
And then in the midst of rather mature discussions they both rambled, in a staggered order, "Can you go on amazon.com with me?" "Can you adopt me?" "Can I have your debit card number?"
And I was like, "Pardon me?" with a clearly confused expression, "Were we not just conversing like normal people? How did we end up here again? I'm lost." (And I replied "no" to all three queries, never fear).


We've been bowling in our living room. The lanes are the deformed and naked wood boards that used to support lush carpet. The pins are empty water bottles, with each of our initials on the cap.

And now Gen and I are having a drinking contest---water, that is. We're trying to see who can drink the most bottles of water. I'm really not sure when the deadline is. Maybe when we can finally drink our own water instead of that which comes in cheaply plastic containers?
And of course we're donating the empty bottles to our bowling alley. Of course.

Oh, btw, I'm winning :P


My little sister just narrated (man it took me a day and a half to figure out how to spell that) a
lengthy story to me. I nodded, and I didn't really digest any of it. Me + writing = neglected multi-tasking skills. Note that.


Praise the Lord for tears! If it weren't for them, think of all the salt water that'd be stuck in my head...


Con amore,
Sophie

P.S. Pictures are back, in case you can't see and are reading this in braille.