Burns, Freckles and Other Such Things.

These past weeks have been full of amazing moments with my incredible brain.  I've begun writing a book.  Not that that's so amazing, but I have officially begun.  I have also been PTA-ing and Ward Missionary-ing and helping a neighbor move and stuff.  But in between all that stuff there has been other stuff.  And I thought I'd share that stuff with you.

A few weeks ago I burned my arm.  I reached over a just-out-of-the-oven baking dish to grab a paper towel and my arm met the dish.  It burned!  Hurt! Ouch!

Months before this happened I had purchased a box filled with this burn gel.  I put a bottle in each car, in the kitchen, in the linen closet, in the first aid kit, in the 72 hour kits.  And I still have more waiting for a spot.  Anyhoo, Daniel grabbed a bottle and put a ton on my burn.  I reapplied a bit later and the next day my arm was that picture up there.  No blisters, no burning, no nothing.  This stuff is awesome!

Grandpa brought kazoos for the kids when they came for dinner last week.  He told the kids that now when they are asked if they play an instrument, they can say they play the kazoo.  Hah!!

Last week while on my way to grandma and grandpa's to get some peaches, I stopped at the Maverick for a diet coke.  I locked the car door, and, with keys in hand, went in.  I came out and pushed my button to unlock my door and nothing happened.  Nothing!  No beeping, no unlocking, no locking.  Nothing.  So I called Daniel, who suggested I try again.  um.  I have been pushing the darned thing the whole time.  Nothing Is Happening!  So he thought maybe it could be the battery in the key.  So I called my friend Laurie.  I asked her to please rescue me.  She came and took me to the store and she purchased a battery for me.  My purse was in my car.  Which was locked.  So I replaced the battery and pushed the button.  Nothing. Again.  So I called a locksmith.  Laurie stuck with me and we chatted while we waited.  The locksmith came and opened my door.  Good thing, because he wasn't getting paid for his trouble unless he got it opened.  So my key lock still doesn't work.  Daniel can't figure it out.  I did get the peaches. 

I went back in to my eye doctor who looked at my secret freckle.  It hasn't changed.  Yay!  So I am not in the market for a sparkly eye patch.  At least not right now.  

My left hand pinkie has begun to trigger.  It hurts like crazy cakes.  I called the surgeon to see what he could do.  They said I can't have surgery until it really sticks.  Darn it all!  But I could come and get a cortisone shot.  Uh.  No thanks.  I remember the last time they did that.  It felt like rocks were being injected into my thumb.  I think I'll wait.

Sam is taking pictures of the goats for Reflections.  I looked at his pictures and he had about 5 of his nose.  I wonder if this could be entered under the theme.  Believe, Dream, Inspire.  Dream of long eyelashes. Believe your son will take great nose shots.  Inspire with bold shots of the inside of one's nose.  Could work.

Last week while flipping through a newspaper, I saw a nasty picture.  I can't explain the picture, so I'll just tell you what the article said.  You know those flushable bum wipes?  The ones you use on your bum so your bum is clean and fresh and can flush down the toilet?  They are clogging the pipes.  They are causing huge problems for plumbers and for the sewers.  Dang.  Just when you thought you could clean your bum and rid yourself of the evidence, everyone can see that evidence in the newspaper!  That was the picture.  Is there no shame?  Do we keep cleaning our bums and flushing the flushable wipes?  Or do we go back to lousy dry TP.  Oh wait! Apparently the thick TP is causing the very same troubles in the sewers.  Dang.  There's just no way around it.  I have no advice or further comments on this.

Do you see what I see?  Hold it.  Do you see that empty space??  Daniel's old car is gone.  It's in the Scout Master's drive way now.  He's gonna sell it or donate it or something and use the money for the Scout program.  Yay, the car's gone!

And furthermore, after much grocery shopping and PTA-ing, I went to Jimmy Johns to get a #12.  It's yummy.  And I deserved it.  So I order and go to the window.  I pay and get my sandwich.  Then I come home, unload the groceries and go to eat my lunch.  And what do you know?!  It was all the inside the sandwich stuff in a lettuce leaf! Are you kidding me?  Where's my bread?!  I need the bread!  So I eat my salad wrapped in paper and then I had eat a Twinkie.  Because I need a carb.  Or slightly more.  Sheesh!

On a more spiritual note, I went to a fireside the other night here in our Stake.  Sherie Dew and Virginia Pearce came to speak to us.  They just co-wrote a book called "The Beginning Of Better Days"  It has the notes taken by Eliza R Snow of the very first meetings of the Relief Society.  Their thoughts on Joseph Smith's words to the Sisters are inspiring.  And, of course, so are Joseph Smith's words.  If you're looking for a very good, very quick, very inspiring book to read.  Read "The Beginning of Better Days".

So there you go.  I'm done for now.  I need to rack up more stuff to share with you so I'll be off.

Uterus For Sale.

This is my baby girl with a pillow in her shirt.  Now.  Picture me, many years older, with a belly that size on my adult body.  There you go.  My belly measured large enough for full term twins.  A couple weeks before Sam was born.  And he was 4 and a half weeks early. Thank you very much.

Yep.  I was miserable.  And large.  So now I want you to think of the uterus that held the 4 and a half week early, 9.5 pound baby. You probably wouldn't guess that my uterus is very tone.  Or is my uterus toned?  I don't know.  But it's a very strong and able uterus.  Even for doing the large baby thing twice. 

My doctor had told me on several occasions that my uterus is toned.  In fact, after giving birth to Isaac the doctor took my uterus out to squeeze it before putting it back in.  He commented on the muscle tone of my marvelous uterus.  Then I told them I could feel their hands in my body.  I woke up much later.

So.  Anyone want a well toned, only used twice, not being used anymore, shapely and able uterus?  It's for sale.  There's got to be a woman out there who wants it. I will gladly give it to you. 

On the other hand, my belly jiggles when I laugh, my cheeks wobble when I walk, and, if I don't cross my legs while I sneeze, I will pee my pants.  My uterus may be the only tone thing on me. Or in me.

Aren't you glad you came to my blog today? 

The Last Fly.

Since the end of August I have been killing what I thought was the last fly.  But then many more would appear.  Out of nowhere, I tell ya!  But now it's nearing the end of October.  The weather has turned chill.  And this is

THE LAST FLY.

Note: please don't notice that my faucet thingy there needs some good vinegar to get rid of the stains.  And don't notice that the counter place there behind the sink where the last fly has fallen to its doom is in need of a good scrubbing.  Now that the last fly has fallen, it will be cleaned.  Not that I was waiting for the last fly to fall to clean it.  But because the last fly has landed there.. It needs a good scrubbing.   And how many of you said "The Laaaaast Melon" when you read the title of this post?  Wouldn't it be fun if you could hear me just tell you the post?!  I mean, then I could really tell you some of this stuff with just the right inflection.  And stuff.  The last melon is from Ice Age. In case you were wondering. 

A Splash Of Color.

Can you say Bored?!

This is before.  A Big Fat Blah!!

And this is after!  Hip Hip Hooray!

The counter wall is red and the stools are yellow.  It is so much more fun to sit there now. 

Isaac says it looks like a diner.  I need another splash of color elsewhere. 

Think blue...

Joy And Reality.

A moment of Joy.  I was in the kitchen and heard Sam playing the piano.  Ruthie came in and asked if he was going to start taking lessons again.  He said "No. You're going to teach me." So Ruthie began his first lesson.  They even played a duet.

I just love moments like this.

A moment of reality.  I am putting together the list of cub scouts going to day camp.  And getting Sam and Daniel's med forms filled out for Webelos camp.  And getting ready to take Isaac in for a physical before he goes to Scout camp.  And making myself available to go to day camp with Ruthie.  And the thought occurred to me that this is the last year for day camp for Sam.  And Ruthie is just beginning.  But in 4 years she'll be getting ready for girls camp.  And Isaac is going to Scout Camp!  What the??  And when I am released as a den leader I won't be going to cub day camp anymore.  Anymore.  And  a small part of me was sad.  And another part of me can't wait for someone else to be a den leader.  And another part of me is ready to paint something.

And so I show you this.  The yellow and red are my inspiration for the work I am about to do.  Yes, my kitchen is already splashed with red.  But the yellow is new.  And the idea in my head, thanks to another PTA mom, is ready to pop out all over the place. 

Just you wait!

Hello?

I keep coming to this "new post" page. Then I just look at it. Then the timer goes off because the bread is done baking or something starts to burn or something spills or or or. Or maybe I have mono again. I can't get into the blog thing lately. My hips still hurt. Mostly from standing and dipping cinnamon bears in chocolate or sprinkling cinnamon on cinnamon bread dough or making candy cane bark or wrapping presents. My feet hurt. Speaking of wrapping presents, you can't see my tree skirt. I am putting everything under the tree this year. Well, except for the one Santa gift they each get. And what's in the stockings. Which were never hung by the chimney with care or anything else. We light the fire place and it gets too hot. So they are under my bed. But don't tell my little people that. My house is a mess. Especially my kitchen. I've baked several thousand loaves of cinnamon bread and have made many many pounds of candy cane bark. On the day I crushed candy canes the bottom of my socks were sticky. My floor is sticky. And cinnamony. And there's other stuff there too. But I'm not looking too closely. I did laundry today and will probably to it again on Friday so I don't have to do any on Saturday. Did you know that Saturday is Christmas Eve? Holy hotcakes! Are you ready? Believe it or not, I think I am. Except I need to make like 8 more loaves of cinnamon bread. But I'll wait until Friday to do that. I'm excrutiatingly tired. I haven't been sleeping and then Daniel told me I have been snoring and when I snore I wake myself up. So I just started wearing those nose strips again. Sexy!! I happen to know I don't have mono. I'd guess I was just really bored. But after all I've been doing lately and what more I still need to do and having spent much time at the school the last couple of days (and NO I will not be going to the dumb sing along!) I think it's something else. When I find out what I'll let you know.

In the meantime, have a.....

VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS!

My Hips Hurt.

So last night I was in the midst of reading volume 9 of a 9 volume set of historical fiction. I'll stop right there and breathe for a sec. Because 9 volumes is a lot of reading. Okay. Ready. I was finishing a chapter where they were talking about northern California and Sutter's Fort. I then went back to my childhood growing up in northern California and really not appreciating the rich history there. There are missions all along the California coast line and many inland as well. I wish I could just go back and enjoy the history. Then my thoughts went to an old TV show Daniel and I have been watching called Psych. It's on Netflix and we stay up late every night watching 2 or 3 episodes and I'm truly exhausted. But the show is set in Santa Barbara, California. And in a recent episode they were at one of those historical missions. And then I thought about Santa Barbara being in my mission and I never got there. I served in 4 other places. 2 coastal and 2 inland. I like the coastal areas best. Not that I got to go to the coast because water is a missionary's enemy. But they were beautiful areas! Stopping now to think about the beauty of Oxnard and Santa Maria. Aaahhh. Okay. Ready. So then my thoughts go to when we drove through Rancho Cucamonga in So Cal where I lived many years ago. We got off the freeway there so we could get breakfast on our way home. As we drove through I realized I had no idea where we were. It has grown and changed so much. And I wanted so bad to drive through and find where I lived and where I worked so I could show the kids. But we got a late start and needed to go. But it really had changed and I really didn't recognize it at all. And then it occurred to me that it was 22 years ago that I moved there. 22 years. And so I got Daniel's attention and told him that I feel old and then went through all of what I just shared with you. And then, in some weird way, my hips started to hurt.

Hmmm...

So I'm just wondering. When your house looks terrific because you just spent hours each day cleaning it, do you ever look at it and think, "Wow! If someone breaks into my house I sure hope they take a moment to enjoy the cleanliness"?

No?

Okay then.

My Brain Could Be A Super Computer.

Many many years ago while I was living in So Cal with my grandparents, I remember sitting and watching the telly with Meme (grandma) and she snapped it off to talk. Now, there was the other time too, but I was just joking when I said it but she took me oh so seriously and snapped it off and I got the talk of a lifetime. Oh the therapy needed... But back to this other time. A commercial had just come on about feminine hygiene products. Large surf board type maxi pads. Which makes me recall that my aunt was pregnant at the time and thinking of names and the boy name she was thinking of was Max, Maximus, Maximillian, Maxi Pad. That's what it would turn into. Maxi Pad. So she had a girl. But my grandma was so incensed about feminine hygiene commercials, especially because men watch TV too. And so I didn't think about that at all until last night.

Daniel and I were watching a little telly. Do you just LOVE Landau Eugene Murphy Jr. ????? AND the Silhouettes!!!!! AND Team iLuminate?!?! And PopLyfe, which is a very awesome group but I told my kids that if the Silhouettes or Team iLuminate win AGT, we would take them to Vegas to see them. And then I told Daniel that if Landau wins, we would make it a just him and me trip to see him! And there's this commercial for TP. There is mama bear, a daddy bear and the baby bear, who can't keep his bum clean for anything!!! And they show the little pieces of TP stuck to the baby bear's bum and then talk about the TP that will cure that problem forever. At least they are using cartoon bears. Right?! I mean, c'mon! Do we really need to talk about clean bums? And now they have the same TP product commercial with women, who I assume are supposed to be moms, talking about dirty bums and that this TP will help you have a clean bum. Seriously?! Is nothing sacred?

And I don't care how thick, absorbent and white clothes wearing inducing feminine hygiene products claim to be. I still won't be caught dead wearing white, wearing a swim suit and jumping off a diving board or walking through a lovely field of daisies at certain moments of my life! Got it? And when it comes to clean bums. Well. I just don't know what to say. Sounds like a personal problem to me. Take a shower. Use soap. Wipe with TP. I just don't know what more this TP company thinks we need. Do we have to be bombarded each day with the bear family and now the mom brigade telling us to keep our bums clean?! The bums at our abode are clean thank you very much. And I use a completely different TP which I get at a certain large bulk store in bulk and it lasts such a long time because we can go through TP like crazy cakes here which means we all have clean bums. So you see, I have such need of therapy. Still.

As we were settling into bed last night, I ran my hand down my arm where my mole was removed. I rubbed the scab off. I wanted to puke. Really. Daniel was willing to help by turning on a light so I could look at it and make sure it was okay. NO! I can't look at it. My tummy hurt a little just thinking about it. And I looked at it this morning and it's okay. I didn't throw up. Thank goodness! But I get a slight headache when I look at it. At least our bums are clean.

And then the other night, while a couple of little people were talking in the hall, Sam yells out “SHUT UP! I'm saying my prayers!” I snort laughed and couldn't stop. At least he didn't say “Kneel down and pray dammit!” Which I have heard (and said) many times in my life. Sometimes I have just so much information going through my little head that I think “Hey! My brain could be a super computer”. That would be cool. Maybe it's an excellent thing I don't drink coffee. Or lattes. Or take stimulants. Could you imagine???!!! I don't think the world is ready for my brain abilities.

Whew!

So. How clean is your bum?

If We Had No Moon...

We would have no werewolves.

A Little Bite.

That seems to be how we like our spoons. You know, when you are sure you have put every single last spoon into the dishwasher and then rinse all the yuck down the drain and start the garbage disposal and then you hear it. The spoon. The one you missed. Cause it was in the drain, too. And it's never the same spoon.

Here is just a sampling of the spoon carnage.

And then there's the token fork.

And only one fork.
I hate using the spoons that become disposal carnage. They rip my lip.
But here they've stayed. In my kitchen. In the drawer. And on to the table.
I guess it's time to move on and dump them.
Goodbye fair spoons. I enjoyed eating cereal from your bowl.
Ice cream tasted better when coming off of you.
May no other lips be ripped from the carnage you sustained in the disposal.
Sniff. Sniff.

Brrrrrrr.

So here's the thing. Now that it's December, I'm hoping for actual December weather. No more of this January gray depressing 30 below stuff. C'mon. It's cold. The first problem is my coat. I have a very nice and stylish Fall/Spring coat. Perfect for running through the rain. Which I've done. But not so much for running into the school in 30 below temps. Which I've done. I have added 2-3 long sleeved shirts, a sweatshirt and a scarf to help. But the unseemly temps don't comply. So I was looking at really warm and beautiful coats at Kohl's. I need to save my money. Right now I have a $10 Kohl's cash thingy and a 15% off Kohl's thingy. But I don't got the cash. So I guess I freeze. Wait! You say I have a red coat in the basement that should do it? Please. Did I tell you I've put on a couple pounds? And it's old enough to need plastic surgery.

The second problem is my blood. It's really warm. In the Summer I seriously sweat so much my elbows stink. So Winter comes as a special treat. I can wear layers, you see. I can't really remove stuff when I'm HOT. It would be unseemly. (That's twice now I've used that word) So now that my blood is thinning due to the extremely cold temps, I have a real problem. Let me lay it out for you. I'm in my house. Not doing anything. Just sitting maybe. I get cold. Brrr. So I turn on the fireplace which has been turned up ever so much during this cold spell. Then I turn on the heater. Brrr. Oh it really starts to feel good. Then I remember I need to:fold laundry, bake bread, do dishes, make dinner, vacuum, sweep, wash windows, dust, wash walls, whatever. Actually just getting up and walking to the bathroom will then make me sweat. Seriously. I start to sweat. So I turn off the heat producing machines and open a door. I cool a bit. But it really is seriously cold outside. So it comes down to this: when I start having hot flashes, I will have to sit on my couch and just read a book and have someone bring me stuff so I don't have to move. I might actually have to run the AC in the Winter.

The third problem comes in the form of 3 goats. Baaa baaaa baaaa baaaaaaaa baaaaa translates to I waaant to cooome iiiin I neeeeeed some more fooooood Pleeeease heeeeelllllp meeeee. I can talk goat really well in person. Just ask. I'll oblige. I don't want them in the house and Daniel says they'll be fine. But 30 below is just freakin' cold! I have to talk myself into the fact that they are farm animals, outside animals, furry animals, fat animals. They'll be fine. I'll just freak out when the kids are born. No problem.

So there you have it. The quote that comes to mind as I review what I just typed is “Your pills”. You know, from Wayne's World. Your pills. Medication. Might be nice. Or necessary.

The State Of My Mind.

So last night Daniel and I were watching all the polling returns. As the state names came up with results and where things stood at the moment, some things came to mind. My mind. Oh my mind.

Way to go Idaho -Toy Story

O-Hi-O -Miss Congeniality

There goes Nebraska Brandon -woman talking to her son, family vacation to the Black Hills

Arizona, take off your rainbow shades -Mark Lindsay

Hi. We're in Delaware -Wayne's World

New York, New York da dadada da da dadada -Frank Sinatra

Oklahoma, where the wind comes rushin' down the plain... -cast from Oklahoma

California here I come, right back where I started from... -Al Jolson

Toto, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore -Dorothy

Mississippi is easy to spell. M iss iss ipp i -Mrs. P my 5th grade teacher

My name is Richard Henry Lee, Virginia is my home -1776

Is this heaven? No. It's Iowa -Field of Dreams (Thanks Katie!!)

That's all I could come up with before falling into a dead sleep.

My Feet His Shoes.

Who's shoes?

Well, here are my feet in Daniel's shoes. I have small feet. 6 1/2 sized feet. Do you like my flag toes? This is from 2 summer's ago. But nothing has changed. Well, I don't have flag toes, but my feet still look the same in Daniel's shoes.

Last night I was in Isaac's room talking with him about all kinds of stuff. His shoe was right there. Right next to my foot. So I did what was expected. I tried it on. This is Isaac's shoe on my foot. It fits people! My 10 year old son's shoes fit me. So now I know where to go if I need a pair of shoes. By the way, Isaac doesn't think it's cool that he could actually borrow my shoes.
I'm gonna go buy me a new pair of boots now.

A Reward.

So this morning I began by washing windows. Then I went to the school and worked in 2 kids' classes. Then I came home to a message from my friend that she couldn't make it to lunch. So I washed more windows. Who knew the sky was so blue!

So to reward myself I went to Target and bought myself a dress. A black dress. It was on clearance and it would need some help. So I bought it for under $7 and went to Seagull book and got one of those shirt thingys you wear under so I now have sleeves. Must have sleeves. That was $10.

So to make the plain black boring yet cheap dress with the shirt underneath for sleeves more appealing, I got some fabric out and made these:They're scarves. I can wrap them around my neck in many ways to add color. See the orange one up at the top right? I'm so not an orange girl. I'm more a purple and blue girl. But I'll wear that one on Halloween. And here I am wearing one of them.

It's a blue T-shirt, not the dress with the shirt for sleeves.

But I now have a total of 10, count 'em, 10 "outfits" for Sunday under $17.

Tonight Daniel will be ordained and set apart. I think I might wear one.

But then again this might be the only time you'll actually see me in one.

I'm fickle like that.

Bragging or Complaining?

So many idiots and they're all driving. We got that on a license plate frame for my dad one year as a gift. He loved it. It's so something he would say. We scored!

Every once in a while my dad will say something and it sticks. At one point in his career he came home and shared some stupid stuff someone was saying. He then said something that has come to my mind on various occasions. “Are you Bragging or Complaining?”

Think about it. When you complain about something so long, so often, in all circles of life, the inevitable question is...Are you Bragging or Complaining?

It'll stop 'em in their tracks. It will make them think. Hmmm. Maybe I have been talking about it for too long. But. Most likely they won't notice. Except to think you're really rude. And that you're the problem.

I'll admit that I have talked about things for so long that I actually think it to myself! Can you believe it?! I mean, it must be really bad if I have to ask myself if I'm bragging or complaining. Sheesh. But it has happened.

My point is this. No, not the one on my head. The one in my head. Knock it off. If there is a problem, solve it. If you don't like something, change it. If you really think it's cool that you are going through something so horrible that everyone and their dog needs to know about it, get counseling.

I'm not talking to anyone in particular. Just talking. Maybe I'm complaining. Maybe I'm bragging. You may never know. I may never know. The freezer just stopped working again. I won't brag and I won't complain. I'll just say. Then I'll work to fix it. Or call Lance to come fix it.

Not So Bored.

When Daniel read my Mono/bored post he asked me a dumb question. "How can you possibly be bored with all that stuff going on?" Well, okay. I guess I'm not seriously bored. But it's hot outside and I'm not an outside person and so that is a double hit to my woeful self. I send my child to the mailbox so I don't get sunburned on my arms. I turn the A/C on when it's slightly stuffy in the abode. I really don't enjoy summer in Utah. I'd rather be in Alaska. Where it's 60 degrees and overcast. Oh well. I had my chance. Daniel wants to move to Hawaii because he lived there while a single guy and would like to just live there again. Too hot. Plus humid. And milk is like $7 a gallon. Nope!

Anyhoo. I should just move on. I came up with a brilliant idea last night. Well, I was reminded of someone else's brilliant idea. I got some old popsicle craft sticks out and am putting together an "I'm Bored" jar. So when someone is bored, I just grab the jar and we pick a stick.
Brilliant! And when it's really really hot, the stick that says "Go for a bike ride. or..." Says "you pick" on the back. So they get to choose what we do so mom doesn't get super cranky in the heat. Or something. So I'm really not so bored as I am just boring. hah! I need to go find a jar now and make it cute and not so boring! Wish me luck!

I Think I Have Mono.

I got laundry done.

I fed my kids.

I delivered July's Wolf Den schedule.

I talked to my upcoming Wolf co leader.

I made my bed.

heck! I even took a shower. Pretty cool since I didn't yesterday and I smelled pretty rank.

I'm still amazed that Sam and Ruthie wanted to lay on me while we watched cartoons this morning.

I wanted to go to a new store's grand opening.

I even cut out some coupons so I could get Sour Cream and Cheddar Lay's chips for just .98 cents.

I've eaten quite a few Grasshopper cookies that I had stashed a couple of weeks ago in the laundry room.

Too bad my kids like them too.

They are almost gone.

I am really excited for The Last Airbender to come out so we can go see it next week.

I've scraped most of the nail polish off my fingers and haven't put polish on my toes for a while. They look really bland.

We can't go all out camping this summer cause we can't get into the back of the van.

The guy who hit me can't settle with cash so we're going through the insurance.

The company who's truck put a huge crack in Daniel's windshield has to send their own guy to repair it.

My brother has a windshield company and he wanted to do it for him. Dang.

I will get my Suburban, but we're gonna save for a little bit longer so we can pay mostly with cash.

That was our plan originally-pay cash.

I really like Dave Ramsey.

I don't know what I'll make for dinner tonight.

Maybe cheese stuffed pasta shells.

Or mac n cheese.

Or cold cereal.

I am reading Seabiscuit right now and it's not really what I expected.

Did you know that jockeys back in the 20's and 30's were usually very young boys?

They would literally sweat off 5-10 pounds before a race so they could make weight.

Most jockeys died at a really young age.

Trampling by horses, starvation and malnutrition and suicide. Depressing.

Did you know that real lemon, when squeezed into water or over a salad will kick start you liver to detox?

My liver should be really clean.

I've started making microwave popcorn for an afternoon snack.

It makes me happy.

And I really don't think I have mono, now that I think about it.

I think I'm just really bored.