Raining and Pouring

So, it's pouring rain outside. I remember, even as a kid, I loved the rain. Unlike most kids, I was more of and indoor child, and didn't mind curling up on the couch to read a book because it was too wet to go outside. I'm still that way.

So what am I reading? Renegade's Magic by Robin Hobb and New Moon by Stephanie Meyer. Not at the exact same time; I trade off. But they're both such good books, I can't just read ONE. I rarely only read just one book at a time, anyway. Unless the book is extremely long, or very consuming, of course. But most of the time, I read two or even three in tandem. What can I say? I love to read!

Of course, with the sick kids home from school last week, I didn't get to read all that much. Oh, well. They're all recovered and WILL be returning to school this week. Yay! For them AND me!

For whatever reason, I feel really tired today. Maybe it's the weather; maybe it's that I woke up so early this morning... whatever, I just feel pretty drawn. I would like to nap... but, yeah. Right.

In an hour and a half I need to venture out to get chicken wings for The Man. It IS Superbowl Sunday, and man must have chicken wings, right? I had made a deal of sorts with him yesterday; if he would venture out this morning to get the milk, then I would go out this afternoon to get the wings. I think I made a poor bargain. It was raining this morning, but not remotely the deluge it is NOW. I should have just went and got the milk.

Poor me.

Just kidding.

Alright, I realize how boring and rambling this blog is... I'm out.