Jimmy and I dragged out two chairs last night/freakin' early this morning to be awarded with the viewing of two shooting stars. Of all nights of the week, of course, last night was the coldest. Here's a review of our experience:
Stephanie (12:01 am): I am so excited we decided to do this!
Jimmy: Yeah. Good idea, sweetie.
S: I wonder how many shooting stars we'll see?!?!
J: Lots.... snore
S: Hmmm... I wonder if we're facing the right way. I don't see any stars yet. Do you see any?- Jimmy! Do you see any stars?!
J: Hmph... what?! Huh?...satars? nah... snore
S: I don't see anything. This is dumb. Why are we doing this?
J: Huh?... snore... snore... why are poking me?... this isn't a fireworks show- there won't be a finale or anything, just be patient... snore
S (12:03 am): Oh gosh. I'm tired, let's go inside.
Then I went inside and read me some Harry Potter.