“My first crush on an irish girl,
I was 10 years old and her name was Elaine.
Little redhead girl, she looked like you..
.. well, if you were 10..
.. which you’re clearly not..
.. not that you look old..
.. but you get my..
.. I’ll just stop now.”
- “I Could Be in Love With Someone (Like You)”, Jason Robert Brown

I love this weather.  Love it.  Love it, love it.  This is the weather of my wedding.

It’s very hard for me to be productive in this weather.  I just want to sit still, unmoving, while the world swirls around me.  I straightened the house last night so that was already done, then Bryan and the Boy came home and did homework at the table while I struggled through the last bit of our book club book.  I would constantly stop and look up and feel blessed.  It was so nice.

Ra, I laughed about our odd phone conversation a lot last night.  When you called, we were dropping off The Boy in an empty school parking lot, and I can only imagine what BioMom thought when she overheard, “No, I agree.. peanut butter IS better because it’s flesh-toned.  But what flavor are the vagina pops?”

I have felt like a fish out of water quite a bit at the new gig, but it was very reassuring to hear at this morning’s tag-up that “Sarah’s gotten us all straightened out”.  I am good at what I do, even if I don’t always feel that way.

I have got to do something with my hair.  It’s killing me.  Everyone says it looks great, but it feels messy to me.  It either needs to be longer or shorter.  This is horrible. 

I be so sleepy.  This waking up before the sun thing is miserable.  Although with that chill in the air, it was wonderful to climb into a steaming shower.  I had forgotten how nice that was.  I will miss our fireplace this year, though.  We have an outdoor fireplace that we haven’t yet assembled, but soon we will, and then we will spend our evenings in the front yard, on our multitude of park benches, around a roaring fire. 

We are still debating whether or not to attend BSJ this weekend.  Friday night is almost our only night together until the wedding (doesn’t that suck?), and I’m not sure if we want to spend it fighting enormous crowds for music acts we could care less about.  Maybe if the weather holds out.  Or.. we could grill out on our brand new grill (thanks, mom and dad!), and just chill with some wine and food.  That almost sounds better.

You know what I love?  Halloween.