I Should Have Been Snoozy Woozing

The 24th of July is the one week out of the year that I absolutely cannot wait for (besides Christmas). There is just oodles of stuff to do and I love every minute of it. On Friday, I played in my Alumni soccer game and got bit by dozens of mosquitoes (the game was fun too) and then I went to the family dance. Once I was there I realized that I belong to an awkward age group. Really, we just don't fit in anywhere! Most of the the male species at the dance were either under the age sixteen or already married. Needless to say, the pickings were slim...except for the few pickings who were not slim...My friends and I just pay $5.00 to chit chat with each other and complain about how tired we are and how itchy our legs are from the mosquitoes and how there are no guys to dance with, and if we do get asked to dance we complain about how awkward it was. I don't think we whine much until we go to a dance that we swear we're excited for before we actually get there.

I left the dance a little bit early as all my other single friends were leaving and I was starving from not eating much before my game. I decided to eat some of the pasta salad that no one else likes. So I sat down at the computer to check my email and facebook because I didn't want to eat in the dark. I would have turned on a light, but my nephews were snoring away (they were literally snoring) in the living room, and I didn't want the light from the kitchen to wake them up. Nothing too exciting was going on in facebookland just so you know, a few people found some new cows for their farms and some fishes died, but nothing too exciting.

I was really tired, but I just did not want to go to sleep, so I sat there for a while consuming the pasta salad and wondering if finding cows in facebookland is really that exciting. Then I got a text (all my exciting posts happen because of texts...) from my sister. Turns out she was in the hospital awaiting the news as to when she would have her gall bladder removed. She's so lucky. She had to go to the emergency room once already before I left, and I new that once I did leave, she would get to go again. Like I said, she's so lucky. So in all reality, I must have been prompted to stay up late and eat that pasta salad, just so I could be there for my sister when she needed me. Okay, so maybe not, but I am glad I was awake because I would have wanted her to be awake if I was sitting in the hospital. Probably because I would want to rub it in her face how I get to sit in a bed with plastic bed sheets while wearing a hospital gown and not getting to eat because I have to have my gall bladder out. That is definitely what I would do.

She always did have the best luck.