Rainy Days and Laziness

Normally, I am a big fan of rain. I love rain. I love the smell of it, the fresh clean feeling of being washed clean, the sound of it falling on the roof. I love the fact that it makes the grass grow, and it allows flowers to blossom, and that we can now eat amazing fruits and vegetables (preferably in ice cream sundaes and burritos) because of it. What can I say, it's the farmgirl in me.

Because of this, I am usually pretty forgiving of the bad things that come along with rain. The squishy shoes, the people who don't know how to walk without hitting someone in the face with the edge of their umbrella, it's all not a big deal. But you know what is a big deal? Having a melting wall! Yes, that's right, my room has a leak. And now the paint is slowly sliding down the wall, my bed is in the center of my room, and my mattress is finally dry after about 30 minutes of blow-drying it. For real, my wall is drooping more than Hillary Clinton's face. Gotta call the landlord this weekend.

In slightly more exciting news, my boss took us to the movies during work today to see Valentino: The Last Emperor. Despite my career in fashion, I really know nothing about haute couture, so I had no idea what the movie was about until we got there. It was surprisingly good, although I do have to admit that my favorite part was the Fandango bag commercial. But Valentino is the most divalicious man on the face of the planet. He pays someone to brush his dogs' teeth. You can tell it's going to be a good movie when his lover Giancarlo asks him who should be watching him and Valentino responds "Everyone!" And the most priceless line ever: "Those bannisters are terrible. They remind me of Macy's." Epic Win.

I only hope that someday I will be rich enough to threaten not to come to my own party if someone doesn't move the bathrooms. Yeah, right.