My cats are terrified of storms like this. I love them. Especially getting stuck in them. It reminds me of working at King's Island -- the storms were always the best part because you got to close down the booth and hang out with whichever co-worker you were fortunate enough to be with that day. I remember seeking shelter in the Phantom Theater (back when it was still the Phantom Theater and not the Scooby Doo ride) during a particularly intense storm. So many amazing times. I loved that job. So glad that I had the opportunity to work there for so many years.

The kitten just ran out of the room. I opened the screen door, because the sound and smell of rain is amongst my favorite things in the world. Apparently not so for little Oliver Trouble. Haha.

The Hangover was hilarious. I'm glad I finally went to see it. I haven't gone to see a movie by myself in quite awhile and it's always been one of my favorite things to do. I need to do that more often.

Maggie made a good point. I need to keep things in perspective when Dave continues to send me harassing messages: he's just doing it to get to me. And it always does. But clearly he's the one who is still hung up on things. I'm done with it. I just want him out of my life completely and I don't think that's a whole lot to ask. So on the off-chance that anyone who reads this still hears from him and feels that it's necessary to pass any information on to me about him, just don't. I don't want to know. I don't want to have any part in his life and I hope that the same will one day be true for him. It's been 4 months. Move on, grow up. I personally have had more than enough of the drama of the last two years and I don't want any part in it anymore. I just want things to be calm. To be content with what I have and to be ready for whatever comes in the future. I am very hopeful that the near future includes a picnic, because I need a nice relaxing day outside soon. :)