It's Summer Vacation and it's raining...you know what that means!

Crazy rain all since last night. I lay on the floor for a while, watching the insane lightning, briefly using Rodney's massive paunch as a pillow before he bit my hair and squirmed away. No desire to leave the house to go to the gym, as riding my bike is not an option, and either walking or taking the train would involve slogging through the muck.

I bet you can guess what I'm going to do instead, right?

( Cleanstravaganza!!!!! )

If I am a very good girl, I can take a break at 2 for some awesome 1973 adventures with DI HotStuff er, Tyler.

[EDIT 12:54] Ten minutes of Life on Mars for every one hour of cleaning. And toast.

Where did that come from?

All those years ago, I would have laughed to hear you say it, but I miss my sisters. Even though Hezz always makes me feel bad about myself and Rolly makes me worry and get angry at the same time, I miss them both heaps. I'm sorry I can't be in Canada this month when Hezz and Ben are visiting from England.

Okay, got that out of the way. Less emo, more prurient minutia.

My new bra will be arriving tomorrow, some time before noon. I am all atwitter. What I would really like is for the fat catalogue to carry some decent sports bras, but I will not hold my breath. A plain bra, unruffled and unadorned, with plain straps and no dangling chains or cutesy ... thingies... will do just fine. Fingers crossed!

Right, I'm on vacation. Pizza and whiskey it is!