Rain Robbed me of a Post Today

I hate rain. Lame lame lamazoid. In books they always make it seem so cozy, like romantic and stuff. It’s DEF not. I thought for awhile that Big B and I should kiss in the rain, since it seems to be all the rage these days, totally what the kids are doing, but we tried it, and…LAME. Who needs a kiss to be even WETTER than it already is? Also, no kiss, however lip-smackingly delicious, is worth wet hair and shoes. It just CAN’T be.

At any rate, I find myself chillin with the C man watching Ice Age and wanting this day to be over. For it to rain an entire day in Utah AT ONCE is, like, a once in a lifetimer. Ick Eeww gross lame. Hate it!

I attempted to sleep through the afternoon in an effort to pass the day away, but that might’ve been even worse. I think the Dream Gods were punishing me for breaking a therapeutic rule (I, Brie, solemnly swear that I will not nap this weekend…) and decided that I deserved two jam-packed hours of nightmares. And, yeah, at least if you have the regular sort of nightmare you wake up, scared, all that stuff…but YOU WAKE UP. These nightmares weren’t sufficiently terrifying enough to warrant an abrupt awakening, but they were queasily creepifying enough to make me feel restless and MORE tired than I would’ve been had I stayed awake and endured the LAME wet afternoon.

Also, if it weren’t raining, I’d have been able to go out and have fun this afternoon, maybe frolic in the sunshine, snap some pics, and thus have some very helpful and hilarious material to bestow on you lucky readers who happen upon my blog. But instead, you get THIS. This nasty lameness.

Ooh! I have good news, but in a really shameful way. Like, I’m evil, I think, but that’s not the good news: The good news is that my dietary appointment that was scheduled for this coming Wednesday got moved to the following Wednesday. This is thrilling. This is extremely exciting. This is the grand prize of all prizes. Why, you ask? Because I have an EXTRA WEEK to gain weight and NOT be put in the hospital. Why am I evil? Because there was a death in my D’s family, which prompted her immediate and unforeseen departure. Obviously I didn’t kill the family member, but I might as well have for how beautifully it benefited me. I’m a disgusting human being. And of course, I would rather H be here and not have a death in the fam, but STILL, I feel SO BAD that I’m happy I get an extra week. Bad Brie!

Okay, I’m going to go now. My evilness is depressing even me. (Not that, you know, it’s that hard to depress me…)

Bonus points for you if you can count how many times I used LAME in this blog…