The weather; sunny, but not too warm; fluffy clouds in a bright blue sky; a hint of a breeze rustling the leaves.
My mom grilling lunch; the scent of charcoal and smoke drifting through the windows; the sound of food sizzling as it cooks. Smoke goes to beauty.
My parents yelling about the correct way to take off your clothes (and not have them end up all inside out).
Telling my sister multiple times to remember to pick me up tomorrow; my mom joined in.
Watching AFV with my parents and having my dad tell me if I fainted as easily as a pygmy goat, he would scare me too.
The shrill sound that one bug was making and having my dad not believe me and my mom when we said it was that little green one in the hallway and then being right and being able to rub it in his face.
My mom pushing me toward the bug and making me scream.
That guy on the Steelers whose last name is Gay.
That guy on the team the Bills who ran in for a touchdown and no one was even close to him.
Writing this silly blog and thinking about how much can happen in a day when nothing is really done.
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