Raining. Pouring. The Old Man is Snoring.

Have you any idea what it feels like to wake up with a total stranger in the room? Someone you've never met, or would wish to meet if you had it to do all over again? That is exactly how I felt when I first opened my eyes this morning and the sunlight flickered into the room.

"Brittany, where's the remote?" I opened one eye to find my daddy feeling around the pile of quilts. I mumbled something about not knowing and fully intended to go back to sleep. But then I saw a pair of jean clad legs standing not four feet from the couch where I had fallen asleep the night before. That did it. Figuring whoever it was and whatever reputation I had just ruined, I might as well not waste the effort getting up.

"Sorry man, she's out like a light." I heard my dad say. I groaned inside, burying my head under the covers as they walked away talking tvs and cable wires. Five minutes later, my sister ventured downstairs and I lay there with my eyes closed. "Kenna, who was that?"

"Oh, just the Satelite guy. But he's leaving pretty soon." She replied casually. "Was he old?" I asked.

She nodded her head, and said he wasn't all that good looking either. Not that his looks really mattered, but that made me feel a little better about having fallen asleep on the couch & being dead to the world and all. But still ... What the heck was the Dish guy doing in my family room at 8 in the morning?!

We cleaned a house this morning, and were kind of pushing things as far as time went so I took a short cut. When I say short cut, I mean it was all red dirt | gravel road cut out between hills and grassy fields. We basically tore that thing up, if I do say so myself. But it was terrible amounts of fun, and we didn't do any damage. * innocent smiles *

Then I killed a squirrel on my way to work, and that made me feel like a piece of trash. It was such a happy-go-lucky looking little squirrel too ... sniff.

I got stung by a bee after that, and randomly wondered why I couldn't have killed the bee instead of the innocent little squirrel. But such is life, ya'll. And no ... I didn't wreck this time. * winks *

Halfway to town, I got stuck behind Farmer Jack with his little Kubota wagon going 3 mph. And I thought, "Lord? I learned this one already, yes? Oh, no? Um ... mmmkay. Thanks, just wondering."

Today was an absolutely trip from start to finish. I didn't really have one set place all night, Brent had me doing dining room | a little bit of dishes | closing front | headset & front reg. It ended up being slightly confusing, but still a lot of fun.

We had quite the thunderstorm tonight, while I was working drive thru. Not fifteen minutes into the storm, hail started dropping pretty heavily. It beat us up in drive-thru, and really cracked us up! All of us girls were laughing, and complaining and getting soaked while the guys on the other side of the nice warm shoot were totally cracking up. You've really got to love it when something puts a spin on the ordinary, everyday stuff.

Well, it's been real and its been fun, ya'll. But this girl is way past the point of drop-dead tired and would love nothing more than to fall asleep listening to the amazing sound of rain outside my bedroom window. * smiles *

Goodnight, lovely wet world.

I love you.