Through Painted Deserts

Donald Miller is one of my favorite authors, and I loved Blue Like Jazz, but 'Through Painted Deserts' might have just eclipsed it. I was reading it on the bus into work and I burst out laughing (but don't worry, a lot of people do that because there are so many 'interesting' people ride the bus, so I fit right in). I re-read the same part to my friend Jenn from work and we were both in tears (still not helping myself with the people around me thinking I am normal). Don is in the grocery store, and he puts all this stuff in his cart, and well, you'll just have to read it.

I love laughing and recently have noticed that Neal makes me laugh more and more. I can't even detail the voices, expressions, actions, statements in our conversations that make me laugh the most, but I have completely lost it a few times over the piddleyest (made it up) things, and can barely recover.

I know my normal energy level is back, or more than my normal energy level is back, from the first trimester of pregnancy because I am on a tennis kick. Neal and I have been playing for the last couple of days, and it's FUN. I love hitting the ball and running around and being in the sun. Neal has gotten so good at tennis (I like to take all the credit), and he is fun to hit with.

I finished 'Through Painted Deserts' yesterday, and I started 'Three Cups of Tea' today about a man who stopped mountain climbing to start schools for girls in Pakistan. Right now he is lost near the bottom of K2, and I am guessing he doesn't die since I am on page 12. That'd be a bummer of a book.