It's been raining steadily all day, hard at times. It's the tail end of a typhoon, evidently, making its way through the area. The offspring and I went out to get the mail and had a long, satisfying puddle-stomp and lingering loiter down by the storm drain. I stood maternally nearby wielding a huge umbrella and fulfilling my duties as the Official Bearer of the Pink Kittycat Umbrella (With Ears) when it was not needed, which was much of the time, while the kiddo leaped happily from the curb into the gutter, stopping occasionally to thrust fistfuls of leaves into the drain. A good time was had by all, to the immense amusement of the neighbor across the street, who sits smoking in her garage with the big rolly door open at various times of the day.
I have studying to do but my extreme "devotion" to The Game has caused myriad delays in completion of same. (See, calling it "devotion" rather than "addiction" makes it so much more palatable!) But, I have straight A's at the moment so there's no need to panic. :)
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I like how you call it "The Game". It's like something out of a John Grisham novel.
I talk about it like so: "Well, I'm going to go Play The Game."
There is no question to which game I am referring.
With luck, my life will become more like a John Grisham novel and less like a Greek tragedy.
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