So, all weekend I was poised and ready for the rapture (note sarcasm). I figured that if I was going, I wouldn't have to finish my shift at work. I had lunch with Robb and kissed him goodbye when he took me back to work, thinking that there was a .000000000000001% chance that the guy was right. The time rolled around...and...we finished up closing the bank. I got home, and Robb said something to the effect of, "Well, we're still here." Hell, I'd forgotten all about the rapture in all the excitement about the bank. So...that was disappointing.
Side note: I'm not really serious about thinking the rapture was going to happen, but you know, there's always that tiny, tiny, tiny thought that says, "What if, for some reason, this guy REALLY knows?" And you think that yes, maybe that was the last time I kissed my boyfriend (that's if you believe that we would be caught up in the rapture at all...). You know it's hooey...but...what if?
That was just the first half.
My sister's graduation and party is next weekend. I'm way excited to see my little sister graduate high school. I might have been more excited that my brother was coming back, since I hadn't seen him in about a year (sorry, sis). I really was just happy that we'd both get to be there for her. Well, I texted him for details, and he said he wasn't coming. SO....that really WAS crushing disappointment. And then he tells me, "Oh, I'll be coming in sometime around mid July." Great. That's when Robb and I are taking our road trip.
So...there was that.
But, on the bright side, I had a great shift at work on Sunday with Sausha. Afterwards, Robb and I didn't get swept away in a tornado. And...sex is always good. So...you know...there's that.
Does anyone know what that rapture guy had to say about Saturday?
More bubble less trouble.
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