I was all snug as a bug asleep in my bed when a (fairly small) earthquake woke me up. And the room was so dark and I was coming out of such a deep sleep that I had this woo-ooo-oo feeling like; Am I the last person left? Is there going to be another earthquake? Where am I? So of course I had to run upstairs and check that there were family up there (no I didn’t really think I was the last one left but I was kinda spooked) and now I’m eating Rocky Road while blogging.
Soon I hope to be making crepes for my sissy’s breakfast.
In other news, yesterday I was talking to my dad (a text conversation) about my new goal of going to see a concert this summer. Anyway, I’d found one, but it’s country and my dad’s going to be out of town the day of it, so the following conversation happened when he suggested I take my friend to the concert with me;
me: She hates country.
Dad: What? Has she listened to people like Tim M or toby K?
me: Yeah.
Dad: Taylor Swift, Shania twain, Keith Urban??? She hates all??
me: Yes she says it is all “let’s go out in the pasture and kill ourselves.” Those are her exact words.
Dad: OMG!!
That was funny, right? That was funny right there.