Sunny Days

SUNNY DAYS ARE AWESOME.

I just never realise how starved for sun I am in the winters until the sun actually comes along and I can't get enough of it.

In other news! Michelle makes pretty graphic descriptions. Even I got a little sick reading that, and I already knew all about it. Because I'm such an amazing, awesome, considerate, wonderful (read: pushover) sister, I'm going to go to Target after school to buy her a body pillow. BUT she promised to pay me back for it, so it's really not so bad as all that. I'm going to hold you to that, Michelle. Just because you're an invalid doesn't mean you can order me around. Well, it does, but really. I've got to put my foot down somewhere.

This week in choir I came upon the novel idea of count-singing. I mean, I've counted through sections of piano pieces before with Nettie, but never actually counted while singing at the normal pace. Usually it goes something like this: "One-and-two-and-threeee, and-three-four-one-two-three-four-and-ooooone, and-four-and, and-three-and-fooour." Looks confusing, right? IT IS.

-Amy