Catch a wiff anyone?

Yesterday it smelled like fall. For real. I thought I was imagining it the first time I smelled it but then it was there again in the afternoon as I walked through the lower quad: fall.
Sometimes my mother and I creep me out. I cannot tell you how many times we call each other at the exact same time (even after not having spoken in days) or when we were living together we often walked out of our rooms in matching outfits. Anyway, I called her and it went straight to voicemail and she had the same problem because we dialed at the very same time on Tuesday. Again.
Yesterday was a good day all around. It started with morning prayer in Jenny's bed and just kept getting better from there. The math quiz I studied for during my entire break between classes was easily aced. My new necklace made from supplies bought at the Bead Monkey got worn and appriciated all day. Tiff, Jen and I played football in the living room and then continued the game to Mr. Movies, Beakers, and back home. "Eternal Sunshine for the Spotless Mind" came out on video and dvd on the 28th so we rented that for our Resident Retreat. In preparation for said event I actually did my English reading in a timely fashion. It is a lot easier to do one's homework when laying in the hammock enjoying the sunshine of Summit even though while I was out there Annie Fochtman smacked me around and slapped me so hard it stung. That's what happens when your hands are so cold you can't feel the face of the person you're slapping. Lesson learned...I hope.
The Resident Retreat. What can I say about it? We decided to hide away like princesses locked in a tower while several groups utelized our house for a meeting space. We watched the movie, were interrupted by silly boys who locked themselves out of their car, watched some more movie, were interrupted again...oh dear. Then the fun began: the shimmy lessons. By the time Jenny moves out of this house she will know how to shimmy. I tried to teach her. Cat tried. Tiff tried. Progress was made. I got Febreezed...several times.
Visitors stopped by at 11:30 and there was an amazing jam session in the living room. Donny read books to piano tunes he was making up and Tiff sang the "What I like about ______" song about Cat, Brandon, Bobby and myself. They both rocked everyone's faces off.
1:00 AM rolled around and it was time to shower. Don't ask. It just had to happen.
RE:COMMENTS:
I had no idea there even was a setting that could allow or block certain people from commenting but now that it has been brought to my attention that such a setting does exist, I have remedied the situation and anyone can comment on the website. I was having the hardest time figuring out who has the initials MJI but then as I read, for the fourth time, the comment this person made of course I figured it out. I could actually hear Matt Incorvia saying "And what on earth is the shimmy?"
Now you know, Matt, now you know.
:end sidenote