Evening ladies. It hasn't rained here yet, but the forecaster is desperately trying to freak us all out with his gloomy "stormchaser" segments. Boo on him.
I have to buy a lawn mower tomorrow. I have no idea what I"m doing, but if I don't kill the one I have right now, its going to kill my father. Its not that old either, its just a dud. I'm going to Lowes and hoping to figure out what exactly makes a good mower.
My BF is a little spooked right now and may be coming over to the dark side. He actually said "your powers did it again". We had this strange talk last night about Rue McClanahan and then today she passed. I have a strange habit of talking about something and then it happens or it comes around somehow. And usually I don't tell people about it, but people notice these things.
There's this funny story....some friends came up to me and asked if I were fighting with my then BF Ashley (yes, go ahead and giggle). I told the that yes, I was really PO'd at him at the moment. Then my friends went ahead and said that they were walking behind him after class and they SWEAR THIS HAPPENED, Ash's backpack unzipped itself and his laptop committed suicide. Ash came over later and apologized and we were all better.
M...did you go out with your friend?
Pike, you survived another day! Congrats!