~Refallath

DONE.
Finally.

I have just offically finished all my homework for the year. I've been up since 8 (which would be sleeping in for me) and finished my Language Arts final project, which was just a few questions and a poem.
It was the first time I've written poetry in years.

And I finished my last foods module. Which was nearly impossible, the teacher never gave us a module text. Mainly just B.S.-ing my answers and making educated guesses.

My psychology final is out of the way too. I'm pretty confident that I did well on it. Math and LA I'm not too worried about.

Last day of work was pretty exciting. We've been having these crazy thunderstorms recently. They've happened everyday this week. First it'll be unbearably hot, and the next moment the sky gets dark as night, the rain falls down in sheets, and there's thunder and lightning all around.
I love thunderstorms. They're my favorite things ever.

Last day of work I had, it was a blast. I dropped a bag of flour, and it split along the side. At first, Shayna and I were just blowing it into each others' faces, but then I dumped some in her hair and she reurned the favour. I still had some in my hair the next morning. The power went out for about 40 minutes, so we just hung out in the dark.
Mitchell and I have a joke that he's "Mr. IGA", and I'm his wife. Florian's our son, and Chris is our adopted son (he's pretty much the girl we never had). He came in a box of rice.