Doubled

Yesterday went perfectly. I couldn't have asked for a better day.

In the morning, I woke up and I wrote a blog. After that, I took a shower, and sat around in my underwear for a while, drying my hair with a towel as I wandered around on fanfiction.net and Facebook. Maybe a little Tumblr, too.

Around noon, my mom was scurrying around freakishly fast, making cupcakes and getting ready for my eldest sister's baby shower. She's due in a few weeks. I got dressed in a nice teal turtle neck shirt and pale grey skinnies. Then I tried on a few shoes, deciding that heels wouldn't be good for this occasion. I wore flats.

The entire baby shower was easy to set up, and I even made a few decorations - the unborn baby's nickname is "Tadpole," because my sister is Catfish and my brother-in-law is Bullfrog. Cute right? - out of green fun-foam, making lily pads to go on the tables and around the food. My lily pads looked kind of retarded at first, but I searched the church for some glue, and I found some. After that, I made little lilies out of glue on the things, just to make them look better. Then my mom had some froggie stickers to put on them as well. They were well-decorated.

Once the mother-to-be got there, we played plenty of games - she got there around 1:30, 2 (I can't remember) with my little sister, and that's when the shower began.

Two hours later, around 4, it was time to go fishing. My mom drove me home, went back to the shower, and I got dressed in my crappiest clothes available, just in case I fell in or got them dirty with fish blood or something (I was expecting for him to catch monster fish like the Loch Ness Monster, but nooo, I caught the most fish out of everyone). After that, David came to pick me up. In his grandparents Mercedes. (I think.)

I talked all the way to his house, and we sat around until 6 when his brother came (and farted, like usual. Damn hobo-marshmallow!) and then at 6:21, we left to go to the lake. Not the lake, but a lake out of how-many-ever that we have in Minnesota.

Once we got there, I got to sit on the back of the car, holding the boat on a line so it didn't float away, but the damned trailer floated, so it took a lot more time to get David's (hand-crafted) boat into the water. That, and his little put-put car could hardly get it out of the water. It was funny... to me, anyway.

I do have a fear of sinking, though. Sinking and drowning.

... But to get to the point, David and I caught 6 fish together. I caught 4. I named them all. (Spike, Leopold, Gilbert, Shirley, Blokeh and Geraldine.)

On the way back... we talked. That's the best part about yesterday. We talked. Like, really talked.

It makes me happy to know I can just talk to someone.

Thank you, David, because I know you're going to be reading this.