Friday fun facts
What do you do when it’s Friday, and you have no real brain space or time, but you still want to say things?
You just say them. All in a row.
I got a haircut. No more mermaid hair – although, correspondingly, no more dead head.
If you have ever prayed, “Dear God, please can there be a movie that combines “The Sandlot” and “Signs” and “Independence Day”?” then guess what. Your prayer has been answered, and it’s called “Super 8.” I LOVED IT.
I’m taking the first week of August off of work. No plans – except to climb as many mountains as I can, and do fun things, and turn 29 years old.
Tom Petty is proof that a man doesn’t have to be attractive to be sexy. That is just the strangest phenomenon.
Tomorrow night, I’m going to a professional lacrosse game. I’m never quite sure which sport is lacrosse, and which is rugby, and which is polo. I feel like all involve grunting? Time to do some research.
I don’t think I know anyone in Denver with a truck. Does anyone in Denver have a truck? (I know – that is the question that every truck-owner doesn’t want to answer. Except I’m SO nice, and I make very good cookies.)
Lately, I’ve been missing Seattle so much I can barely breathe. I haven’t been there in almost a year. This is so wrong.
But it’s pay day. This is so right.