Seriously. I hate storms. Ok, maybe hate is a strong word and probably the wrong one to use here… I’m scared to death of storms. Yesterday the sky turned this yellow/orange colour and I got this awful sinking feeling in my stomach. Baba came home and told me w/out telling me exactly why it happened (trying not to set me off). I already knew… hadn’t seen the news but still. Thankfully pretty far away.
Anyways… Despite all that I may just change my mind about them. Not that they freak me out any less. But they seem to be helping us out here. The power went off… and when it came on Baba’s computer had fixed itself (I think he said it was the sound or something like that). And more importantly… so did our drier! I went to put something in to air dry like we’ve been doing with it for the last, what, 3 months now? And when I turned it on… it buzzed at me!!!! I jumped. I got excited. I tried not to get excited because it might not mean anything… I set the drier to dry and guess what? It did! And then I washed and dried another load.. and now another… I’m about to do another. All without taking them to Gido’s or hanging them outside (because its still wet and prob will rain again). Do you know how happy that makes me?