I really dislike having to write things twice, and yet, this is the second time I’ve had to write this post. I suppose it means I shouldn’t be trying to write things on the fly.

Unfortunately, on-the-fly seems to be the only way I can get things done these days. It’s too hot to do any real work, and my mind is definitely mush. The bus broke down yesterday–overheated in 109f–and I had to wait for a ride to come save me from melting to death.

Even though I can’t write a real post, I can do a list, so I figure I’ll give you a list that covers the high points of the last week.

  • My dog has a strange addiction to wool. I thought it was only knitters that were drawn to it, but in the last week, Honey has torn apart three skeins, and attacked a fourth. She’s also ripped to shreds one of Dustin’s baseball hats, which we’re pretty sure was a wool mix. I’ve had to hide my stash to keep her from it.
  • I got some really good birthday presents. A stack of books from my wishlist, a pile of clothes picked out by my father, and a Sony Handycam from Dustin. Have I mentioned how much I love him, lately?
  • Having gotten the Handycam on Thursday, I managed to loose the computer connector cord in two days. Now I have to buy another one before I can start editing the film Dustin took on Sunday.
  • I saw Dustin four days in a row, which is more than I saw him in the entire last month. It was good because I love spending time with him, but it sucks now because I miss him more than I usually do.
  • We spend most of Saturday swimming (You, me and Dustin), except when we went on a toy run to the store. Can I just say that Target, Toys’r'Us, and Wal-Mart have horrible pool toy selection. No thick funoodles, and no dive toys. We ended up with water balls to throw at each other.
  • My sister gave me a burnt copy of a borrowed CD for my birthday. Which she keeps in her car. I love my sister.
  • I finished KG’s knitted birthday present, which was a shocker for her. I’m still working on last years knitted present, which she might get next year.
  • I finally finished the book I was reading, so I’m ready for the sixth book in the series. I don’t want to talk about it, though, because I don’t want it ruined for me.
  • I’ve been working on a story, but the characters are trying to push each other out of the way to tell the story themselves. I’ve been beating them into submission, since I only want to hear Mia’s story on the first go round. The others will get their chance.

That’s all I have for now. My mom is recounting stories of reality TV, and I think I might loose my mind. Sigh. I hate reality TV.