The Weather, Submarines, and Some Suspicious Whereabouts

     I was sitting there sweating to death just wowing over memories of Norway where flip-flops were used as sarcasm and jackets were an everyday-of-the-year thing. How was that ever possible? Temperature is a strange thing. You can go from complaining about the heat to complaining from the chills. Either way there are complaints. When there's perfect weather it's not appreciated. Not even by me, the queen of observing my surroundings. Cough cough...sarcasm. I thought I would mention that. My first paragraph and I'm already talking about the weather. Wow. 

     There's a whole museum dedicated to submarines. Did you know that? Didn't think so. If you did then I was wrong and I apologize. Well anyways we went to it and toured around a submarine. It looked like a very cramped living space but I've always thought submarines were small and not supposed to be lived in. This one was. We had listening devices to inform us. About submarines. And their small living spaces. And how we should feel bad for them because they had to sleep in what looked like cabinet shelves with bed sheets. We also saw scary wax figurines of the captain, the cook, the dish guy and random weirdos. Live-sized weirdos. Pictures on Facebook. 

     We strolled through the downtown whereabouts today. By 'we' I meant myself, Annaliese, Sam, my mother, and my grandparents. By 'whereabouts' I tried to mean Bess Eaton, Other Tiger, and other various shops. At Other Tiger I was looking for this book series that are a bit little-kiddish and didn't want to ask if they had them but I worked up the courage and did. The lady had never heard of them and apparently her computer hadn't either meaning they didn't have them. Turns out I had given her the wrong name anyways so maybe they did have them. I'll ask another time. I did get a book though. Just so you know. 

           Mood of the day: Buzzing bee happy (I made this mood up but you can guess what it means) 

                                                          Melita has left the building.