Summer Boredom

I'm getting a little stir-crazy this summer already.

Yesterday, I could scarcely hold still. I wandered from my room upstairs to the living room downstairs to the back room, the whole time talking to my dog about who-knows-what.

I finally plopped myself down in the living room next to my dog and started brushing him.

My dog sheds. A lot.

So brushing him can produce anywhere from three to an infinite number of handfuls of fur, depending on how long you're willing to sit there brushing him.

I brushed my dog for probably about an hour, and most of that time I was singing.

I didn't give myself a sore throat, but I noticed for the first time that your tongue can get tired.

And then later that evening, I was still bored and stir-crazy. I probably gave my mom a heart attack when I cleaned up a portion of our dirty supper dishes. Granted, I only wiped a few dishes and stuck them in the dishwasher, but still.

This morning, I still want to do something, anything. My parents took me out for breakfast since both of them have the day off, but I'm still hoping to do something else.

Wish me luck!