It’s raining, it’s pouring. No one in this house is snoring.

We’ve been all productive all day. Catholic guilt satisfied.

It’s pouring rain outside. Even if we have a thousand things that must be done out there, we can’t do them when it’s raining. Dang.

It’s Friday. Isn’t it practically the law to have fun on Friday?

It’s a warm rain, even.

My hair was down, but it’s up again. I wonder if he’ll have me take it down?

He had me make a pitcher of Blue Hawaiis. Mmm.

He bought me a chocolate bar last night that is really, really good. But it’s so rich that it’s going to last a really long time. Yay.

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