But Rebecca can't find a rabbit in the moon.

[rebecca_in_blue]

I woke up around eight yesterday morning to a very hot, still bedroom. I was about to go yell at Sara for turning off the ceiling fan -- because the bedroom is hot enough with it on -- but when I went into the living room, she wasn't there, and it was equally hot and still. That's when I realized the electricity had gone out, and Sara came in saying a breaker box down the street had exploded. (Or something. I was still half-asleep, so I didn't catch all of it.) It had only been out for a little while, but it was already so hot that we packed up Sable, drove over to Mom's house, and slept on her sofas until the power came back on, which thankfully didn't take that long. I had a dream that I overslept until five (I was due to go to work at one that day) and when I finally woke up, had a voicemail telling me I'd been fired.

There's a customer who comes into our store regularly who I think looks almost exactly like Serge Gainsbourg. (If you're not familiar, he was huge French rock star, sorta the French Elvis.) The customer is a little thinner and doesn't have the whole "fried his brain on drugs" look about him, but almost every time he comes into the store, I literally start and think, "Serge Gainsbourg? What's he doing here?" The other day I finally said to him, "Has anybody ever told you you look just like Serge Gainsbourg?" Him: "No, but thank you, I love his music." Me: [shocked] "You know who he is? That's super devlish!" Okay, I didn't actually say the devlish part. I should've asked him if he knew about the Birkin family, too.

The M key on our keyboard has somehow gotten stuck, and whenever you go to push it, you either get too many Ms or none at all.