End of an Era

Well, last night was Melyssa's last night on the Clueless in Clarendon trivia juggernaut. Sad for us, but good for her for taking a big life step and moving away. And in true C-i-C style, we won in her honor last night. Go team! Needless to say, we're going to miss next week because it's the Fourth of July. I guess one night off from trivia after many months of trivia isn't a bad thing.

Yesterday, my friend Denyse and I were talking about Night Shift, one of the funniest movies ever. I mentioned it to Dani at trivia last night, and she sent me a link to the best quotes on IMDB. The one where Michael Keaton defines prostitution to a roomful of pros has to be one of my favorite movie scenes ever.

The sun did come out, for those who care about such things. Doesn't mean I'm not still tired to my bones. Too much running around and not enough sleeping. Tomorrow night...I keep telling myself that tomorrow I'll get some sleep. People at work are starting to wonder what I really am doing at night. One woman even gave me an article about the ill effects of sleep deprivation. Yikes.

But now, in the middle of the work day, is not the time to be thinking of sleep. My skim latte will get me through the next few hours. And then only one more real work day this week - yeeehaaa!

Here Comes the Rain Again

It's been raining for days, not that anyone could miss it. I like it. It gives me extra excuses to drink coffee, which I do adore.

I've had houseguests for about a week now, but they don't stink like fish. They could almost be excused for stinking like fish, though, because many of their possessions were washed away in a three-foot basement flood over the weekend. Very sad for my friend Becky who lost a lot of family things that can't be replaced. I lucked out and only had a little leak in the attic that I fixed for the time being with some plastic sheeting and turkey roasting pans. Even though there's no duct tape involved, I am my father's daughter.

The big bad thing that happened for me was that my tulip tree was hit by lightning. There's a three-inch wide scar down it where the bark exploded off of it. The bark went at least 40 feet in little projectile pieces. Poor tree. I did give it a hug while I had my coffee yesterday morning. Mookie the cat, who normally could care less about changes in the weather, was pretty freaked out after the strike. I wasn't there when it happened so I can only imagine her reaction when it hit.

Did I mention it's raining?