Lauren's Lovely Luxurious Stories

So, I was going through my *2* memory boxes that I have carted from house to house and added to, but never really gone through them since middle school. It was probably the most epic adventure of the month. There were treasures in that box that are priceless. Lauren's Lovely Luxurious stories featured cryptic tales of modern day Snow White fantasies, plane crashes stranding the "Friends 4-Ever" Club, and the mini-biography of a 9-year-old me expressing my dreams to be a jockey, horse trainer, dog trainer, veternarian- or maybe a combination of all 4! There was also found a grand tale, appropriately named "The Trunk in the Attic," filled with healthy doses of not-so hidden foreshadowing, mayhem, and death.

I FINALLY finished the giant armoire love affair that lasted well over a month from my initial move into my new house. It is now residing in my bedroom, waiting for me to finish the unpacking dervish I have begun. I can't wait to actually have all the clothes put away and decorate! I love the house, love the girls, tolerate our nutty landlord F(anny)P(ack) Jim, and am really throwing myself into enjoying this summer.

The dogs are doing well and I am questioning the necessity of even forking out $800 for the little B-man's surgery. He navigates around quite well without it and never seems to be in pain anymore. The only time it's an issue is when he is really tired, he has more trouble getting around. And, when he is running full speed, his little peg leg flaps around in the breeze, as he sprints on the other three. The kitten brigade is winding down.... after tomorrow, only 3 remain and those are the three that are going to stay in my or Nate's house. They are about 8 weeks old and silly little bits of flufferdoo hopping all over our house, leaving mayhem in their wake.

That's all I feel like writing right now.... so, back to the grind.... ugggh.

Wallermelon and 'Mater Sammiches

It's SUMMER! I guess the equinox has not officially occurred, but I live in NC, so for all intents and purposes... it's summer. Trips to the Farmer's Market on Saturday mornings, fresh tomato sandwiches, watermelon, music festivals, the beach, aaaaaand.... the infamous summer move. A suppose this is a prerequisite for 20-somethings. The temperature must be over 90 degrees, humidity should hit its year to date high, and there should be at least 2 flights of stairs involved. I'm hitting all the key points this Saturday as I make my final move within NC. I will not move again until I'm heading to South Carolina with Nate or out to explore the wild, wild west with my pet posse!

I'm still trying to convince Daddy Dearest to let me go to Roo. It's Diana's last week in town and she is totally pressuring me to make the sojourn with her. She wants to party... I want to see Sigur Ros. Like, BAD! I have a ticket available for me for $150, since people bought all their tix and then can't go now, one week before the show. Tough break, but lucky me.

I leave you with this lovely blurb from an office memo written by my father regarding a mistake I had made....

The agent who made the mistake in deleting this has been verbally instructed that this is a serious error. Her punishment would normally be gibbeting or defenestration from 8 stories, but since she is my daughter, we have elected the more merciful penalty of a quick decapitation. This should ensure that this error never happens again.

Love the D.A.D.! Enough to get him one of theeeeeese for Father's Day?! I think so.
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