Under My Umbrella

As much as I generally like Rihanna, I despise the song Umbrella with a passion- unless Mandy Moore is singing it, or David Sides is playing it on the piano. I'm ridiculously obsessed with this piano cover.

My Aunt and cousin (the preppy 13 year old) invited me to go to Red Lobster with them for lunch, assuming I could pay for my own. Which I very, VERY obviously can't. I was offended that they even asked.... until my little sister stepped up and earned crazy cool points by offering to pay for me. I think she's worried about my anti-social behavior, and I can't blame her. But.. it should be nice to go out with my family today. I really do love my family.
And I'm going to go nom nom nom on tasty salad and amazing Cheddar Bay biscuits... overall, I'd call this a 'win'.

Then I'm going over to my grandad's and taking over the computer and my piano.

I can't wait until my husband and I can buy a house- I want my piano. There's just no point in dragging it into my upstairs apartment right now, sadly.

Also, I'm down to my last three or four hits. (I finally found the ever-elusive one hitter that 'looks' like a cigarette) This may not seem like such a big deal to most people, but I am a shameless addict.
I get really anxious when I get low... and by 'really anxious' I mean 'moody as hell'.

Hopefully I can get some more tonight. Otherwise... well, I don't want to think about it.
The last thing I need is a repeat of the 10 days we spent in MA. Ugh. NOT 'win'.