It Just Keeps Raining

My stomach is twisting me up a little bit.
Daulton told me that his teacher/detention center person was going to come by today to check on him. The guy never showed up.
There is a flood warning through the weekend. Anna's parents were going to go horseback riding. The sky just went and pooped on that idea.
We decided to take Daisy with us to see the in-laws this evening. We'd been there for about five minutes, when I received a call from Mike, informing me that he was locked out. I told him I was on my way, but it would take me at least twenty minutes. Anna's dad decided he wanted to come with me. He ended up driving. I'm not sure what made him want to come. It kind of felt like he wanted to get me alone so he could give me a good talking to or something. Except he didn't.
We got there. I let Mike into his place. We left. And on the way back, Anna's father stopped and picked up a gallon of ice cream. So we ate ice cream when we got back to their house.
Anna's mom is funny. When we got back, she was in the basement watching TV, but she needed to tell her husband something. So she called him on the phone.
While they talked on the phone, I found Anna in the bathroom giving Daisy a bath. Hank rolled her into the pond, and she had gotten all muddy. I guess she is clean now.
My back is a little tight.
I could live off of orange sweet roll things.
Tomorrow, Anna is singing with Chelsey for that church coffeehouse thing. I told Anna that the Rockies' game isn't until 9:30, so I'll come. Were they to conflict, I'd say, "You're driving yourself, woman!" I wouldn't. I'm lying.
They can't give the Nobel prize for literature to an American, but they can give the peace prize to a president for two weeks of service?
I should take a shower tonight. Heck, I might even change things up and shave. Or I might not.
Sky blue, white and black horizontally striped, boxer-briefs. I like these when I first put them on, but they just get stretched out too fast. In the end, they just wear like boxers.
Anna took her camera tonight. I think she got some video of Hank pulling Daisy around the living room. Those two have fun together. Lucy, on the other hand, is jealous and hates it when anyone but her gets attention. She just sat and sulked all night.
Project 86 is a week away from Franklin. Oh man, it will be epic.
People who read this blog: Heather
Heather is currently doing missions work in Guatamala. She is also currently engaged to a guy who is not currently in Guatamala, currently. I know their pain. Heather is one of our dear friends from the D10 year. She spent a semester in Guatemala that opened up the space for Andi to room with Anna. Second semester, Andi was gone, and Heather was in her place. Both turned out to be awesome roommates for Anna. Had Heather been around first semester, I'm sure she would have been a bridesmaid, but as it was, Anna had her act as her attendant. That worked out well. Heather, Sara, and Jana all lived together as sophomores, and Anna got added into the club, their junior year. Those are some awesome girls. I'm jealous of Heather's fiancee's ability to grow a man beard. I only grow a girly beard. All of us are just waiting impatiently for Heather to get back from Guatemala and get married, so that we can all go to the wedding. Heather is Dutch. Sara is Dutch. Jana is Dutch. Heather is brunette. Sara is blond. Jana is redheaded. Weird. Heather majored in social work. She likes to pretend that she cares about people. Heather stayed in our apartment in Grand Rapids last summer, while we were here in Indiana. We charged her an arm and a leg too. Not really. She didn't even burn the place down or anything. Heather may or may not ever read this. She doesn't check this blog very often because she is so busy pretending to help people in Guatemala. That's sad because she's a cool girl, and I want her to know that I'd make a great bridesmaid.