It’s Electric

If you’re wondering what all of that screaming you heard last night around seven was about, here’s your answer:

My power is back on, bitches!

Sweet, sweet mercy, oh the things I can do. I can heat food! I can tame my hair! I can see past nine o’clock in the evening! I can view the three channels my cableless TV picks up! But best of all, my beer will be chilled when Lauren and I host every single lifeguard from every single Seattle beach on Sunday. I promise you pictures and stories loaded with words like naked, sweaty, and heaving.

God is good.