The (supposed) last weekend of summer
I'm pretty sure there's not much better (at least at this point in my life) than spending the day lounging by the pool in my backyard with a good book (One Day, by Dave Nicholls, yes, that one that's been made into a movie with Anne Hathaway and Jim Sturgess) and a margarita. :D What can I say, I'm easily pleased. :)
Also, I'm having a hard time believing I turn 22 in ten days. I mean, what? What? When my mom was 22, she'd been married for three years and five months away from having her first child. I still live at home, I don't have a boyfriend, I've not even finished my Associates', and I've never held a job. :< Either the times have changed, or I'm lagging behind and there's a lot I need to be doing with my life. Seriously.
(/shakes off angsty, introspective mood)
Anyway!
It's 98 outside, feels like 100 (at least), the slow-grilled barbeque pork ribs are almost done (so's the corn on the cob, yum), and I think I need another margarita. Enjoy your weekend, guys.
Maybe I'll post a fic later. Maybe.
♥ :* ♥
Also, I'm having a hard time believing I turn 22 in ten days. I mean, what? What? When my mom was 22, she'd been married for three years and five months away from having her first child. I still live at home, I don't have a boyfriend, I've not even finished my Associates', and I've never held a job. :< Either the times have changed, or I'm lagging behind and there's a lot I need to be doing with my life. Seriously.
(/shakes off angsty, introspective mood)
Anyway!
It's 98 outside, feels like 100 (at least), the slow-grilled barbeque pork ribs are almost done (so's the corn on the cob, yum), and I think I need another margarita. Enjoy your weekend, guys.
Maybe I'll post a fic later. Maybe.
♥ :* ♥