There are some sweet young women in my life that I am blessed to know. Each one is quirky, artsy, creative, smart, and kind.
Oh, and drop dead gorgeous.
The three of them are headed off to school in just one week. There is a flip flopping tidal wave of emotion and hormones that those girls are riding as two are headed to opposite ends of our giant country (and leaving eachother/their first love) and one returns for her final term.
These girls are also very silly and can make me snort in my laughter with them... at them. One tonight was trying to show us her "jazz hands"... but she has as problem getting the one hand to cooperate. .. so it's like a jazz hand. Or... nemo. Really, that left hand is just waving goodbye.
It's muggy gross out. At work I wear layers to fight the air conditioning. Today I chose a rather unfortunate see-through shirt under my sweater... I took off my sweater after one of the girls said the house was too cold with the a.c. running, it was on to get the humidity out of the house, it wasn't that hot, just so damp and gross. It meant I was in my see through shirt, but I really didn't care and, whatever.
Ruebendog was having a hard time getting settled. So much whining.
So I brought him up on my lap for a squishing. It didn't work. I just got steamrolled. And covered in fur.
"But at least your shirt isn't so see-through".
*insert eyeroll here*