Dinner Anyways

It's one of those days.
We say this phrase for a large variance of reasons. But it always is. Unless of course we are just whiners. Unless I'm a whiner.
I guess it's not really one of those days.

Work was decent. I'm just feeling a lot of things unrelated to any of my current circumstances.

It hailed. But Patrick warned me so I got the cover on my car-- and they were only about the size of a pea. I know. I watched the entire time... wondering what in the world I could possibly do about it anyways if they turned larger. Like ... baseballs. Or, God forbid, footballs. I hope that's not possible.

I still whine to myself that I wanted wedding pictures that were more fun. Still. Over five months later. I whine to myself. I guess the only maturity I can claim there is that I'm not really whining to other people. Although... this probably counts as whining to other people. Unless no one is reading this thing anymore. But, I do really wish I had at least had a just for fun photo session with my man and our bridal party. Because, really, the pictures are what I'm going to look back on and, while we did get a few fun ones, for the most part they were just posed and sort of fake. I got really spoiled at Hannah's wedding, I think, with all of the fun we had taking the pictures-- and it's really my one great regret from that day. So, in future, I shall counsel all engaged couples to make sure they get what they want out of their photographer. It's too important to just settle. And it's not like we didn't have a talented photographer- we just didn't have a creative one.

It sort of feels good to get that out there.

I really like summertime in Wyoming, despite the mosquitos. I spent several months here thinking that it would never get warm and now it is, mostly, except for the hail and semi-occasional thunderstorms, and it is lovely.

I feel suddenly incapable of stringing together worthwhile thoughts. Arguably, this is reflected in this entire post. That's fine. I have to go work on dinner anyways.