Here Comes The Rain Again...

...falling on my head like a memory. Falling on my head like a new emotion...

And that emotion is sadness. I'm camping out in the basement tonight with the girls because we're under severe thunderstorm warnings (and some tornado watches and warnings thrown in) until 2am. This is after obscene amounts of rain on Sunday and Monday--rivers, homes, business (ahem--gardens) flooded. It's worse south of us, in the suburbs of Milwaukee, but it's bad enough here for the farmers and folks swimming in their basements. Who would've thought I'd be cheering in a cold front? But I am because that's what will push this huge swath of storms out of the area. A cold font. In June. During my summer break. Time to break out the craft projects, I guess.

Yesterday was my first official day of break, and some girlfriends and I celebrated by going to see Sex and the City in the theatres. It was nice to see the SATC girls again, but I wasn't particularly impressed with the movie itself. Acting, plot, writing--all mostly "eh." And I was never a huge Mr. Big fan, so there were no unfilled fantasties satisfied by the movie. I would have preferred seeing Aidan again. But the dinner and drinks afterwards were a lot of fun. Having to get up 6 hours later in a fog? No so much fun.

This weekend I have five graduation parties plus Fathers Day, of course. I really should start thinking about a good gift for sweet hubby.