I want to know why I’ve been saying “dude” so much recently. Usually it’s to make a point, and for some reason I feel like I’m saying it to just one person who I tend to speak with often. Allow me to introduce my friend Amy to the blog, this is her first appearance. “Dude, get this…” “Dude, didn’t I email you about this already?” “Dude, I think I broke my foot.” Things of that substance and nature.
Sorry that was a sidebar.
What I meant to tell you is that now that my windows are open and I’m getting a whiff of this wonderfully humid air (it’s 93% right now just so you know), I also now hear everything outside my window. Granted I live in the woods and there is not too much going on out there besides that random mountain lion howl. My neighbors now, naturally, are smokers. So yesterday I was able to get a sniff of their cigarette smoke like the good old days. However, DUDE, I swear…a helicopter, airplane, or some flying object literally almost hit this building. It was so loud going by that I thought for sure it was going to crash into it and I was going to die. I saw my life flash before my eyes just now. Literally.
But dude, I made it. Will continue to sip on some wine on my new couch. Such a relief.