I'm Practically a Cannabal Now

Day two without internet.

Or to be more precise, internet via computer. I promise, I've only cried twice.

Clouds are out today and it makes me think about my little sister who - for those of you who've been asking about her - is bonding to motherhood fabulously. She says that Trey is sleeping through the night and she feels terrible that it's become her obligation to wake him up in order for him to eat.
My sister loves grey skies and clouds. I've never understood why. I can't stand them. They make me tired and lazy. I see a grey sky and I immediately want to crawl back in bed and sleep. I don't ever feel like doing anything if the sun is not out and about. She's the total opposite. Grey skies bring a smile to her face. I think it's because she has brown hair. I'm a strong believer that red heads really understand how things are supposed to work. Skies should never be grey, everything is better with butter and Nathan Fillion needs more roles involving nude scenes.

Speaking of awesome things on television, we're still without cable as it's attached to our internet, or vice versa. I talked to Matt about just getting rid of it all together. It would save us over 100 dollars every month, which let's face it, right now we could really use.

To replace the cable, I've been rewatching some of the movies that we own. I made the mistake of putting on Julie & Julie though, which only made me want to blog and cook. And since there are grey skies, I don't want to cook. I had leftover pizza for lunch. It was not nearly as amazing as anything Julia Child has ever made. But you can't ignore the laws of grey sky days.

It then took me an hour to find a decent file converter from computer to the phone so I didn't have to write this whole post on my tiny cell phones keyboard.

I honestly don't know what I did before cell phones with internet access. I think before I had an Android phone, I lived naked in a cave and built fire using sticks.

Then again, I've actually tried to make a fire using sticks. I gave up after two and a half minutes. I imagine my ancestors ate raw meat. It's probably why my genes are so problematic. And also why I prefer my steak medium rare.