I'm sick today (cough cough)

Why doesn't rough rhyme with cough? Can't we all get together and make these sort of executive decisions?!

Brian Reagan said it best...
"i before e except after c and when sounding like hay as in neighbor and weigh and on birthdays in springtime soon after may and you'll always be wrong no matter what you say!"

I've never been one for accuracy, forgive me.

Despite having no pix (because its MY blog and I don't have to post pix of the sicky me if I don't want to!), something happened today that I couldn't resist posting about. I dreamt about fruit loops last night, joy of my heart, and woke up with their sweet taste on my lips. I knew that I would be rewarded if I peeked behind a certain cabinet door in my kitchen, which I did and I was, and I poured a big bowl all the while convincing myself that this only would soothe my (cough cough) throat.... I open the fridge and

no milk.

What sort of terrible cosmic alliance is that! Sure enough, on the top of the garbage heap was an empty carton, still cold, and no one around to fess up.

What a life (rough rough).

He's HOME!!!

Elder Dave is back and better than ever. It's a relief to have him home because now I can stop counting the days...my anticipation was getting exhausting. As you may be able to tell from other posts (most notably my christmas post) I am a nostalgic fool. I grieve the movement of the sun across the sky and can hardly step forward in time a minute for the loss of the moment I'm in. Someone in our house is having a hard time letting go of David's mission, and it's not necessarily David. (i haven't asked him though.) I'm glad he is home, I don't want him to leave again, I don't wish he was still gone, and I find myself just staring at him because I'm so happy and amazed that he's here in the flesh--BUT I don't want him to lose that missionary enthusiasm, the quirky accent, the frequent slip into portuguese, or the overall spirit he exudes. David has never really been one to be of the world, so I have high hopes even though I have watched many a glowing missionary slowly fade til they blend in with all of us regular joes more concerned with ourselves than others and eagar to please man before God. Obviously Dave's presence has been a dose of perspective which I am grateful for. I have always admired this bigger brother of mine, and I am so proud of him now at the end of an honorable mission.
ps. isn't he handsome?

You people and your demands!

Dress up in a purple suit and dance around. Send Trogdor to my house.
check this out and you'll know what i'm talking about.
www.homestarrunner.com/sbemail.html

I don't post if I don't have pictures. This post goes against everything I believe in. Forgive me.

anyone else depressed by my black blog?  

may the richest blessings ever on you fall

Dear Father,

The undramatic life is not worth living.

Go do something you hate. It builds character.

Ketchup me.

Be there in bout an hour.

It's your own dumb fault.

All matters of happiness in life can be solved by a correct balance of the following equation: mexican food and fishing.

Onceuponatimeyoudressedsofinemetabunchof...inyourprimedidn'tyou?

What?

Wish ya happyappyappyappyappyappyappyappyappyappyappyappyappy birthday.

Tight lines,

Catherine