The title makes me think of two things: 1. when a super-loud car used to drive down our street when we lived in south Charlotte (I was five when we left) and Andrew would say, "Man, that car has a BIG DADDY muffler on it!!!" and 2. that I used to have this doll with a light-up crown on her head, and Dad called her Baby Light Show, which used to annoy me, but we called her that for so long that I don't know her real name anymore.
The title is due to the serious bout of lightning that's hanging out tonight. There are isolated thunderstorms in the area for today and tomorrow and possibly Tuesday, and I'm seeing the evidence of them outside my balcony right now. I'm actually lying on my back on my floor (not the smartest idea considering how much potting soil I tracked in today), looking out at the upside-down world as I type this. Yep, I'm not looking at the computer screen at all. I will let you know at the end of the post how many errors I made. That's one of my favorite things to do. I think I just made an error right then typing "favorite". Yes, I did.
The man below me must have cooked something AWESOME tonight because it smells good all the way up here. It has to be something with red peppers in it. Ohhhh I am hungry. I don't feel like getting up and making eggs, though. Eggs are the alternative to going and buying a pizza, which was the plan until I realized it was after nine o'clock. I might just end up having a small slice of bread with butter and a glass of milk. Or maybe eggs and bread, too. Right before I go to bed. Tonight will be great for the one-week crash diet I'm doing before graduation.
I think the hardest part of typing without looking is not being able to read what I've read. I kind of get distracted, in case you didn't know this, and I am having trouble figuring out what I've told you so far. I hope I've already told you about the extraordinary lightning display out my window/all around the entire night sky/in the upside-down world of my vision.
I bought two new plants today. I got a peachy-pinky h . . . h . . . not hyacinth, not hydrangea . . . h . . . hibiscus! I go through that exact train of thought every single time--it's infuriating. I bought that beautiful hibiscus, and I also got a dwarf gardenia. I really just got the gardenia because I love the smell and because it was cheap. I also almost got another kalanchoe, this time a red one, because I like my yellow one so much. I'm already up to twelve plants, though, and I'm trying to cut back on my spending, so I think an additional kalanchoe would be pushing it on both accounts.
Speaking of pushing the limits AND of my spending in the same sentence, I paid my credit card bill the other day and HOLY MOLY it is time to stop. Not stop paying my bill, of course. Stop spending money. I was searching for a dress for Andrew's graduation (a little late, I know, but I was set on taking something old up until today...dang it, I forgot what I was talking about.
Uh, was it shopping? I was shopping online for a dress for his graduation, and I almost bought five dresses with the intent of returning at least three of them. I needed to have them sent two-day shipping, though, so the prices ended up being exorbitant even for originally cheap dresses. I had to turn all of them down in the interest of not having to fill out bankruptcy paperwork. You know how much I hate paperwork (except for filling out the easy parts in capital letters-that's fun).
Mom was super wonderful, though, and she spent all kinds of time looking at the dresses with me over the phone. She bought me a beautiful dress (am I supposed to admit that you bought me a dress, Mom?) that is long and flowy and can be dressed up or down. I think I will be able to wear it all kinds of places in the future, and I firmly believe that it will look INCREDIBLE on me. Why, yes, it was indeed difficult for me to admit that I formed such a good opinion of myself. You know me, always so humble....
Anyway, my muscles are d y i n g from holding up my arms. I'm done with this not-looking junk. Total number of errors: 30, all the way up until I typed this sentence, and I can with little (but still some) hyperbole blame almost all of those on my long fingernails. Not bad, eh? We can thank Guy for my new vocab word there.
By the way, I'm pretty much done here, but I wanted to let you know that I might be posting more times a day than my standard uno. I often think of other things I want to say after I've posted, and I've tried to keep myself from going overboard, but I've decided that if I have something monumental to tell you (always, right?), I will not hesitate to post. Plus, that way you can read at your own pace, one post at a time, instead of strapping on your waders to get through a post like this one. Sorry about that, by the way.
SO BEWARE. The multiple-poster is in your town, and she just might strike before you know it.
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