So, I'm taking a break from my exciting evening to write. This is how exciting it is: I've been solving sudoku puzzles (I have reached the intermediate level in my book. Wahoo.) I've been watching 30 Rock and The Office, Scrubs (the musical...hilarious), and Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip. By myself. Such excitement. But really, I have wanted to write since yesterday.
As I was driving around the lake yesterday on my way to make a bank deposit for work, I was quickly reminded that it was summer. There were kids everywhere, running and playing. I wanted to be one of those kids. I miss the days when I could grab a book and go read outside...all day. I could hop on my bike and ride down to the library and then ride over to the lakes. The trails were supposed to be only for the people that lived in the neighborhood, but my dad and I would ride there sometimes. I hate being an adult sometimes. This is one of those times. Summer. I wish that I still had summers that were free. When making the numbers meant reading enough books to get free pizza or ice cream from the library. (For your information, reading one book a day is a great plan for free food!) When the worst thing you had to look forward to was coming inside for lunch. I want to be a kid again!! Or at least spend more time with them. When I was watching the boys and Anne back in Greenville, I at least had more of a feeling of being a kid. We got to play and run almost all afternoon. Of course, I was the one telling them that they had to come inside and take a nap, but I still felt like a kid. Of course, I hope to someday have that part again when I'm a parent. I just need to work on that one essential thing...the other parent. ;-)
Anyway, changing the subject. So, it's getting hot out, eh? And I've been really craving ice cream. Yeah. That really didn't work, did it? And now I should go to bed. Tomorrow is another day. Maybe I'll wake up and I'll be 8 years old. I'll let you know.
