Nonsensicality

Dearest you,

Duuuuuuuuuuuh, dunh dunh dunh dunh dunnnnnnnh. Dunh dunh dunh dunh duuuuuuuuuuuunh, dunh dunh dunh dunh duuuuuuuuuuuunh. aka The Phantom of the Opera theme song. We've been watching the movie over the past few nights...illegally :P

The other day Gen and I took a walk in the rain. Then we jogged, and ran and danced in the rain. Did I mention we were wearing rainboots several sizes too big and weren't wearing socks? Now we each have a set of twin blisters to show off. Healing blisters = itchy skin.

FYI, add stress to my imagination, and I go super creative.

Gen's been driving us all hysterical with her impression of a hamster voice. She tells jokes in it, and sings...songs like the macarena, the hamster dance (appropriately), and the hoedown throwdown. Yeeeep.

And then a cockroach decided to appear on my bed inches from my face. Gen's a superhero with a fly swatter. Cockroach near bed = checking covers before hiding underneath them.

After Gen and I made a quick run to Walgreens this morning, she was driving no more than 7 miles on our street. And I calmly inquired, "Genny, why are you driving like a granny?"
"I'm coasting."
"Riiiiight. Because we're really going to save a lot of gas by coasting the half mile to our house." She didn't go any faster :D

I gave an impromptu Italian lesson to kindergarteners who can barely speak proper English. I was teaching them how to say, "How are you, whatever your name is?" And they each asked, "Can you put my name in it? And so-and-so's too?" Sure, whatever floats your boat. Or makes you happy.Or cures your ADD-ness for a minute.

Oh, and I've decided that my beta fish, Fitzwilliam Darcy, is a survivor. He survived being pet-sitted (or however your say that correctly) by a seven-year-old BOY for a week who swapped his clean, purified tank water with chlorinated sink water. He is also a pig. The fish, that is. He would eat a dozen floating meals a day, if I let him. But those dried worms are expensive, you know. Like three bucks a bottle. And it'll only last him for a year or two, or a dozen. So he gets two meals a day.

I had a cereal date with Blake tonight. Cereal = dessert this evening. He wouldn't let me read the newspaper, instead insisting upon sitting awkwardly at my elbow as we chatted about absolutely nothing in particular but having a wonderful time nonetheless, listening to Gen play "Moon River" on the piano. That hit the spot. Which spot I have no idea, but it must have hit one of them.

My dad just came in to wish us all a good night. He gave us each very enthusiastic high fives and thumbs up. And then we all had a group huddle, like a football team, chanting whatever it is they chant and leaning to one side then the other in a frenzied manner. Goodnights in our house = awesome.

Annnnnd if you're wondering why there are so many equal symbols in this post, it's because I finished geometry last week and have been deprived of math for a few days. I love math. NOT. But I just felt like I needed to equal something. You know, to make sure my itty bitty parallel lines stayed in shape.

Praise God for playdough! Without it, I would smell normal.

Con amore,
Sophie

P.S. OK, so now I'm listening to "Pants on the Ground" with Gen. Wieeeerrd. *shrug

P.P.S. Sometime you need to go insane for a moment, in order to rescue your sanity. Vero? Right? :)
P.P.P.S And I've been informed that my blog doesn't make sense, but it makes people laugh. Therefore, the title.