Bucket List Check Off

Last night. In a word: ideal.

Normally, sleepovers are fun because the girls get together and gossip, giggle, dance, have pillow fights, watch movies, and get very little sleep. Last night became the epitome of all sleepovers, the real deal, because we did all of those things with the ladies; only one of the ladies was actually a boy. My friend, the Ginger, was there and made everyone feel wonderful with his presence. The Ginger is a homosexual. We all felt very safe with him around. What makes it even better: every one of us has a little crush on him because he is so adorable, has the most fabulous hair, and makes all of us feel so great.

We all flirt with him just because it makes him blush. He is my best friend. His dancing is meant for the brilliant stages of Lady Gaga. His laugh is contagious. His Brooklyn lady accent surpasses any. He missed out on the pillow fight. And he drools on occasion when he sleeps-that's what he warned the Writer. We watched three movies: Sixteen Candles, Just Go With It, and The Wedding Singer. Throughout most of Sixteen Candles and Just Go With It the Ginger and the Writer screamed and yelled at the characters, stressing out over the convoluted plot lines. The best people to watch movies with. The Animal was also there with us. My best friend since the fifth grade. She attacked the Writer as she tried to sleep. Some things never change.

Needless to say, last night will be difficult to match. I can check a few boxes off of my bucket list.

I can't wait to do it all over again.

Brand New Day

Today, I woke with a new sense of purpose.

I began the day with my recent ritual (reading a chapter of Alma and saying an actual prayer). After this wonderful beginning, I felt like the day could only get better. So far it hasn't been trying to prove me wrong.

I finally got to enjoy tanning by the pool-I've been trying to take advantage of the private pool for the last week we're living in this complex and only been able to get to it once before this week but it was after the sun had gone down. Luckily, I tan easier than I thought. Thank you Banana Boat tanning suntan spray. We'll ignore the fact that my sister hit my brother's mouth into the wall and made him bleed. Accidents happen.

I would compare this kind of day to a brownie sundae: my routine acts as the ice cream, the pool time acts as the chocolate syrup and caramel, and feeling like I look cute acts as the whipp-ed cream. Now all I need is some time with my man-he's the brownie because that's my favorite part of the sundae-to finish this delicious dessert.