I love thunderstorms. My mom doesn't, she's scared of lightning. I said, look, we can't wait under this awning till the storm blows over. If you're scared to run to the car by yourself, I'll run with you. It's okay if I get wet. Really. She said, no, I know you don't want to get soaked. I said, Listen, the thunder comes forty to fifty seconds after
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I was so excited. I think I may've shrieked a little.
Sorry you're sitting in your dark room tonight. I'm doing that too , of course, but I don't have anywhere else to go and I've had a (comparatively, for me, in this town, in summer) pretty busy day.
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It got better! I mean, I turned the lights on and finished the beer that was in the fridge and watched television. (I sound like a sitcom husband. Oh dear.)
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Hey, Tarkio!!
(How will I ever find music that you're unfamiliar with, and also will like, on my computer?!)
Yeah, everything came through fine. You packed it well and neatly, so I don't know what you're talking about. I could show you crummy packing jobs, for real...
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