I wish it would rain that way every night. For twenty minutes, I laid there and listened to the patter of raindrops, the wind rustling through the trees. Then, after turning back on the fan and tossing back and forth for another four hours, I nodded right off.
This is my husband trying to unlock the bathroom door. It's been like that since sometime last night, when it was mysteriously closed and locked.
*cough*
See those sparkly red shoes in the upper right corner there? My dad bought those for me. When I was a little girl, I wanted red shoes more than anything in the world. I was in a wheelchair for a couple of years, though, so it was kind of pointless to get them. But the first day I was out of the wheelchair, my dad took me to the store and bought me the shiniest, reddest shoes we could find.
They have since fallen into whatever graveyard shoes go to when they are outgrown, but one day not too long ago, I got a package in the mail. It was from my father. He found those shoes at a local department store and knew I wouldn't be able to resist them. They were forty bazillion sizes too small/narrow, but I keep them hanging on a hook in my room, anyway.
