It’s two-thirty in the morning and Tyler, Rue, Jei and I just got done harassing each other in Diddy Kong Racing, a game that I didn’t think anyone else in the world besides Diane, Kat, and I realized was sweet enough to play passed the age of nine. It was agreed between the majority that besides T.T., Timber is the best. Don’t argue with us; we’re right. It made me really miss Kat, and I needed to say that, but other than that- my day has been spectacular.

Next I shall address “The C-Word”. Yes, the four letter word referring to vagina that almost any woman tends to find offensive. The boys have been such gentlemen about what words are okay to say, and what words are taboo, so to speak. As they’ve all come to know I probably swear more than most of them and that I really don’t mind, words have slowly been slipping into the “okay” category. Point being: I noticed that two or three weeks ago I used “The C-Word” in passing [read: I was calling someone nasty names] and now it’s become a natural part of our lingo. Seriously, every ten seconds Tyler was spitting out, “insert c-word” during his turn at Diddy Kong. It’s flattering to know that the guys respect, to quote, “a lady” enough to go out of their way as to not offend. [Hey, I laughed too.] And it’s even more flattering to know we can say the c-word, along with many other naughty words, at nobody’s expense.

Also! We went to Meijer and on our way to the “remove-the-shit-from-your-car-early-in-the-morning” devices we stumbled across two spectacular items: Peach body wash and Brother Odd. Obviously the latter is much more important. For those of you who are unaware, Brother Odd is the book after Forever Odd, which came after Odd Thomas, by Dean Koontz, which just happens to be one of my favorite books of all time.

Of course I bought it. Who do you think I am? Not only was it on sale, but it’s the THIRD book starring Odd Thomas, and no, I haven’t even read the second one yet but before you freak out: I have reasons.

I loved that book so much, the first one, I am literally terrified that the second, and now the third, cannot possibly in any way shape or form live up to the first. I don’t want to soil my experience and elation with the first book by reading a mediocre second. Or third. Does anyone else feel my pain here?

And so far, nobody has told me that I must RUSH to go and read the second, so it couldn’t have been that spectacular. Oh, what to do. So I’m thinking I will read The Book Thief next, and then PERHAPS Forever Odd, and then MAYBE I’ll pick up Brother Odd.
All in all, I had a spectacular, spectacular evening. Be sure to check out the tune this week if you haven’t been keeping up on it- as it’s a beautiful track from the “Chocolat” score, composed by Rachel Portman, the first woman composer to win an Academy Award for her music in Emma.

Thanks everyone.
You silly ****s!

Again, boy was that fast. I guess if I really wanted to I could get rid of the first post I made and just put this one up, but then we wouldn’t have had the chance to drool at Morn as the scarf model. The girls and my mum stopped by this evening to deliver a secret package, which is oh-so-secret I cannot disclose the information here, but I despite the short visit, both Ash and Rue made a point to say hello, and Ash was so genuinely happy to see them that it made me smile. Chrissy was dying to show me that she and Kimmi both have learned to knit, and that she has begun to create a blanket for her stuffed animals. (She’s doing a better job than I am.) So here it is, the fourth and fifth addition to Scarf Tales.