Daily Archive: July 9, 2004

At the dinner table, conversation the first: Liz: Daddy makes the best spaghetti sauce in the whole world. Martin: I don’t think so. I like the sauce they have in the cafeteria at school. Liz: No way, josé! I’ve eaten WAY more spaghetti sauces than you and daddy’s is definitely the best. Martin: I’m allowed to think differently. At the dinner table, conversation the second: Karin: Daddy is not the best! Liz: *indignantly* He is, too! Anders: *raises eyebrows, looks at Karin* Liz: Who’s the best, then? Martin: *pause* Lena Philipsson *It hurts

The sky is bloated with rain, the fat white underbelly of the clouds straining to… eh, never mind, do over. Rain splats, it chitters and chats, it crackles on the windshield, a lacy wash of upwardly mobile raindrops racing, spitter splat. Much better. 😛 I’m so tired of rain. You would think that after living for 7.5 years in Sweden, I’d be used to it, but no, hope springs eternal. Apparently, so do rain clouds. I keep leaving my umbrella in the car, to make things wetter. I checked with my mom, and it appears that the weather in Michigan...