Here's To Silly!

Tonight I saw fireflies. I remember the first time I saw fireflies at a gas station in upstate New York (Funny aside: as I typed this I asked Wonderman if "upstate" should be capitalized. He laughed and looked at me, saying "You're asking me about English? That's not a good idea. The good thing is, if you do it, it's probably right." It's nice that he has such confidence in my skills). I was a little scared. In all my twenty years living in a desert, I'd never seen one. Tonight I knew just what they were, and the little flying flecks of light that followed the most beautiful sunset I've seen in Dominica were magical rather than startling. There are so many small delights to make up for the small frustrations of living here. This is merely the most recent.

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Having no kids and living in a country that doesn't celebrate Halloween makes my own festivities minimal. Meh.

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Do you remember sitting in ninth grade biology class, watching the time-lapse video of a flower growing? Where in just a matter of minutes you saw it go from a seed to seedling to bright flower to withering flower to seeds blowing in the wind? Yeah, yeah, I know. You probably fell asleep or passed notes through the whole thing because it was phenomenally boring. However, I would like to see a video like that, but of my hair. I swear, when I got on the plane in Utah (I think it was even fairly normal when I got on the plane in Puerto Rico) it was basically straight, with perhaps a slight wave. By the time I got off the plane in Dominica, it was HUGE and curly. I just want to see the time-lapse video of it curling up so tightly in a matter of hours. That would be kind of cool, wouldn't it? Wouldn't it? Oh come on, just humor me and say it would. Thanks.

At least my hypothesis is being proven right. My hair is not getting longer, but bigger. Sigh.

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This is exactly how I feel. Today I am sitting in my house, feeling sorry for myself. I just feel icky. Don't tell Wonderman how lame I'm being. He's working so hard, it just makes me feel ickier to compare us. Bleh. Tomorrow will be better. I'll just decide not to feel icky. That always works.

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Wonderman and I are trying to learn about budgeting. Some days are better than others. I think our next family meeting may go something like this (I will play Rat in this scenario):

Conclusion: Teamwork is definitely required for budgeting.

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