Summer Lovin', Had Me a Blast

As of last Friday, it is officially Fall.

I have mixed feelings about this.

Because as much as I love the changing of the seasons, my summer was so amazingly fantastic that I don't want it to end.

This is documented by my two Facebook photo albums containing over 300+ pictures of my adventures. You can thank me now for refraining from posting them all here.

It was also evidenced by 'da twinneh's' "I hate you and all of your summer fun." comment.

I can't help it that I was unemployment and carefree or that she slaved away day-after-day for the majority of the time...

But do you know what's not fun?
Writing, yet another, entire blog post (complete with a list of 35 fun things I did this summer) and then realizing none of it saved due to some strange act of the Blogger Gods.

So, suffice it to say, between touring Europe for a month, spending a week in a $10,000,000+ beach house in San Diego, horse riding, rodeing, camping, eating, cliff jumping, star gazing, going to Disneyland, carrying out an ongoing prank war, living with some of my most favorite people in the world, country dancing, karaoke-ing and living it up college-style, I am plum-stuffed full of of summery fun.

I did everything I wanted to do and then some.

I even accomplished a goal I highly doubted the likelihood of.

Let's just say it's been a productive summer.

And Corinner-Elly may have finally gotten her fairytale.

Oh the Wisdom of Me.

Today, I would like to brag a little.
I am so, so wise. And I can foresee the future.

Example #1: On Saturday, I helped 'da twinneh' rearrange her bedroom. Perhaps my favorite part was pulling away the end table from the wall and finding a partially eaten ice-cream sandwich that 'someone' (*cough* her husband) had somehow plastered to the wall. It had then slowly dried as it slid down the surface.

Pleasant as that was, when we pulled the bed away from the wall, we found around 3,000 empty Otter Pop wrappers he had lazily dropped behind the mattress in an effort to avoid standing up, walking three steps and throwing them away.

That boy needs a swift kick in the pants, I tell ya.

And yet we somehow prevailed. Because after several hours, everything was freshly dusted, more logically arranged and the bed was made! (If you only knew... This a big deal.)

But I'm veering away from my point.
The important part of my story is when 'da twinneh' stumbled upon her old high school journal. It was full of teenage angst and drama and heartbreak.

She flipped it open and read part of one page, relating her extreme anguish over a supposed 'betrayal' of trust to a former fling which now, of course, seemed rather silly.

But the best part of the whole page, maybe even book, was a line that read, "Corin says I'm going to laugh about all this later, but I don't see how."

BRILLIANT.

Was I right or was I right?
Called it. Fo sho.

Example #2: Earlier in the week, 'da twinneh' text me regarding her extreme delight in buying a little black bear figurine that she had been eyeing for ages. The attached picture featured a doe-eyed cub jauntily clinging to her bathroom towel rack.

"Haha! Cute! :D", I responded.

"Isn't it adorable?" she replied, "I waited for it to go on sale at C-A-L Ranch and it finally did."

"I remember you telling me about it." I inserted, "It's not breakable, is it? :P"

"I don't think so. He's pretty sturdy. Why?", came the response.

"Your husband doesn't have a good track record...", I concluded.

Because he really doesn't. 'Da twinneh' loves black bears with a fiery passion that cannot be quenched. And with the same fervent zeal, her husband seems to damage them.

If that weren't bad enough, whenever he has a clumsy moment, instead of admitting it to his wife what he's done, he props the smashed pieces back into place as though nothing had ever happened.

Pfft. Typical man.

But, no joke, one week later I got another text.
"He broke my bear!", it lamented.

"Called it!", I quickly text back. No remorse.

"He decapitated it.", she mourned.

I later witnessed firsthand that, surely enough, the bear's head and the bear's body had been quickly parted. Along with the towels from the towel rack and the towel rack from the wall.

I questioned 'da twinneh' as to what he could have possibly been doing to have caused such a ruckus, but she seemed just as confused as I was. Scratch that, am.

I mean, was he doing pull ups on the towel rack?
The world may never know.

So, there you have it. I am full of useless information, random puns and wisdom beyond my years.

I'm so cool, you could store a side of beef in me for a week.
I'm so hip, I can barely see over my own pelvis.