it's clock time

I miss how much it rains in Minnesota in the summer. Especially the really intense rain, where it seems like our house might wash away, and my dog stands right next to me so he's under the umbrella, but he still gets soaked and looks so, so skinny.

Tonight it's pouring outside and since my dog isn't here I'm watching Persepolis and eating hot chocolate-flavored ice cream (thank you science). Here you have to enjoy the rain while you can, because it never lasts for as long as you want it to. It's like watching fireworks, or sledding down a huge hill you spent five minutes dragging your sled up, or hot chocolate ice cream.

Chocolate ice cream melts faster than any other flavor, because it has the most extra stuff in it.



Tomorrow night I'll put myself on my 31. Actually no, I probably won't. I just really love trying to use my French slang.