The other night Chuck and I decided to climb on top of my barn roof and watched the sun set. Then we took a short break to do a little rock climbing. While we were climbing we heard fireworks going off outside, so we climbed back on to the roof only to find that we had a spectacular view of fireworks displays in Plymouth, Bremen, and Bourbon. Then Chuck sang me beautiful songs in the stylings of Frank Sinatra.
"Aww. How cute," you may be saying to yourself: Sunsets, fireworks, and Frank Sinatra. Except for the fact that Chuck is my Ipod. Yes, quite sad. I know.
I really need to stop watching so many chick flicks.