Ha! Finally, a nice day. Those of you in New England understand. It's been freaking 50 degrees and raining since I've been back. But today it was sunny. Sunny and 80. Thank you, Torpedo Bob. Twiggy and I celebrated in typical fashion, by lying out on the lawn with lemonade. For about 20 minutes, until our notoriously short attention spans got ahold of us. Then we tossed a football. For three hours. For some reason, we don't get bored of this. Probably because we enjoy watching eachother get smacked in the face. That thrill never goes away. I'm glad there are some things you can always count on.
The pool people opened the pool a couple days ago. Three weeks late, but that's besides the point. Yeah, it was a whopping 54 degrees. I think today it might be up to 62. I really wish the tradition of me being the first one in hadn't been established. Fucking freezing.
Oh yes, and in response to another one of Irony's manrants, every guy I've ever dated has been a Virgo. Who plays soccer. And according to my mother, they all look vaguely elfin. According to Twiggy, they all look about two steps away from being gay. But it's an important step. And Vaughn? Yeah, Vaughn does not look at all gay. So there. Sark...okay, Sark reminds me vaguely of Eldest Culkin Brother, so I'll give you that one. But it's okay. Because he's evil, you see. That cancels it out.