Distant dark places.

The power went out last night. And it was dark. The kind of dark where you cannot see a thing. Not your hand right in front of your face. That had never actually happened to me before. This kind of darkness. It was sort of spectacular.

Until I decided to brush my teeth before I went to bed. As soon as I walked into my bathroom with my dim little flashlight in hand and glanced into the mirror I became thoroughly freaked out. There is something fairly eerie about looking in the mirror in the mostly dark. Especially if you have played "Bloody Mary" at some point in your past.

So I made my sister, Meagan, stand in the bathroom with me whilst I polished my million dollar smile.

So I am a bit pathetic. And I am afraid of everything. And yet, still insanely awesome. And consistent.

In explanation: The Brown Couch

The Brown Couch is magical. It makes sick people well. Sitting on it is a dream. The Brown Couch is a miracle. Everyone wants it.

My mother inherited the Brown Couch when she wed my Father. Or at sometime after. Point being that if she had not married it would not belong to her.

Thus, it has become a competition between my siblings and me. The first of us to marry inherits the Brown Couch.

This is taken very seriously. Okay, so maybe only very to me. And maybe it is only speculation/wishful thinking that my mother will actually relinquish her rights to the Brown Couch upon my marriage. But I do hope.

So vote. (For me, preferably).

The game is afoot.

Devin informed me today (via e-mail) that he plans to claim the Brown Couch upon his return from Mexico. He says that he has spent the last two years honing his social skills and suppressing his wanting. He will suppress no longer. He believes that this will ensure him the Brown Couch.

He is mistaken.

I will triumph over him. I will be named conqueror. I will sit upon the throne that is the Brown Couch.

But so that you may voice your opinion I have created a poll. Please vote.

She loves you.

I made postcards.

Wonder of wonders.

I accidentally washed my "dry clean only" skirt today. It seems okay. So I guess that means I win.

Robb should be super proud of me, I have been doing my laundry on such a regular basis.

All is love.

"I have already loved you once today." -Melissa

She don't care what her momma says, no, she's gonna have my baby.

Sometimes I get rather bored and do things like take pictures of myself pretending to be pregnant. Well, technically I didn't take these. Meagan did. So this is probably only humorous to us. And just weird to everyone else.


Rest assured, I am not pregnant. Nor do I ever plan to be.

Oddly, I have been having dreams about babies. Not me having babies, but finding babies and then having to take care of them. Babies and llamas. I am still searching for the meaning.