Rain, Rain...you know what to do.
Dear The Weather,
It has recently come to my attention that you have held a conference regarding your policy on cooperation. As a mostly satisfied customer of your services, I feel that it is only fair to take into account the wishes and desires of a customer of your fine establishment for twenty years. In your meeting, the topic of my day off came up. I was displeased to hear that instead of granting me one nice day to spend at the beach, a decision of rain in the morning and then a frustratingly pleasant afternoon was reached.
I would like to remind you of the time in fifth grade when the topic of my math test and the impending snow storm was brought to the floor of your weekly meeting. I promised The Weather my first born if school was cancelled the next morning and thankfully it was. There has been no proof of me not upholding my end of that bargain thus far and therefore absolutely no reason for your committee to decide against granting me sunshine on the last day of freedom before my nose is put back to the grindstone of school once again.
I have filed a formal complaint with the boss upstairs, and no; I'm not talking about God. I am sure that within the next two days you will be hearing from your manager regarding this simple task that could have brought such a loyal user of your services just a little bit of joy.
Sincerely,
Laura Nywening
So yeah. We didn't make it to the beach today, which was a giant bummer. I was going to go on Sunday instead, but now it looks like we'll be getting rain again from Ernesto. Joy. I can't even tell you how sick I am of rain and I lived in Scotland for four months. Scotland. And it rains more here. Sad.
In other news: even I am getting sick of Lebanon, naps are good for us (so there mom!), and there really was no good music or movies released this week. Apparently the weather and all things interesting in the media formed a gang and beat this LiveJournal entry until all of its ability to entertain was stripped of it and it went to cry behind the dumpsters. But then this entry decided it wasn't going to sit down and take something so cruel and heartless, so it went to the gym and started going to school again and came back bigger and meaner and smarter than both the weather and the news and beat them at their own game, using small minded minions that it learned to control through its immense powers of manipulation and the mind ray it aquired junior year in Idaho. (A bit far fetched, really; but oh so taking up space.)
A bit of a boring entry to top off a bit of a boring week, but hey: there are pictures!
and one Jessie took of me (I'm not really tipping over!)
