It's too darn hot. I want green grass and torrents of rain and our beautiful cloud cover.
I've come to the realization that I'm just never going to a fan of the band KISS. I'm sorry, I know how disappointing this must be. It's true. I want neither to rock and roll all night, nor party ev-er-y day.
Later:
Me: *quoting "Someone Ate The Baby"*
Bella: What a sick poem.
Me: Yeah, guess who wrote it.
Bella: Shel Silverstein?
Me: That's riiiiiight. He was my first exposure to all things sick.
Bella: What about your family??
Oh! Oh! Hahahahaha!!!