April Showers Bring Loud Thunder That Scares Cookie

On Sunday I did not make it to church because I am lame and I thought I could close my eyes for a few minutes while I woke up. Oh yeah?! Well, I can't! And neither can you so don't you judge me.

I did go to Celeste's house. The directions to her house include the phrase "then you're gonna come up out of the holler and my house is the first on the right. Can't miss it" I didn't really know what a holler was, only that Randy Frankenstein-Looking-Country-Music-Guy sings about it and his love is deeper than a holler, folks. It's stronger than a river. It's higher than a pine tree growin' tall upon the hill. It's also purer than a snowflake that falls in late December. (those early December snowflakes are such whores)

Where was I?

Okay, the holler. So now I know what a holler is, which is great, and you really *can't* miss her house. It's right in the middle of a pasture, tin roof and all. It's built new but made to look like an old farmhouse. I loved it times a million trillion. I never thought I'd say this but I'd give up convenience and pay all that gas money if I could live out there, too. It was the most peaceful I've felt in so long. So, I didn't get church but I did get peace, and... I've been smiling almost everyday since.

On the nerd front, I received what is probably my favorite compliment of all time. I play Star Wars with a bunch of the funniest guys I've met in a long time, and they do nothing but make jokes and try to talk shit about anything and everything. The other night one of my favorite people to play with told me I was "hotter'n fish grease".

I still don't know exactly what that means but it made me laugh so hard that I had to share.

Seacreast out!