Non-knitting update

Yesterday was one of those really, really long days. First there was work. Then I had to drive to the fairgrounds to pick up my entries and ribbons in the pouring rain. Roads were flooded all over the place and since I'm driving my hubby's car (or rather, one of his cars (he has 3), because my transmission is being rebuilt, ugh) I couldn't use the defrost. Or rather I could, but whenever you use the defrost in his car this horrible, putrid smell comes of out the vents. Yesterday I finally figured out what the smell is. It's cheese. Limburger to be exact. I wonder what the poor bastard who had the car before my husband did to deserve that.

Then I went to my sister's for dinner and by the time I got the rug-rat home and into bed (after 2 stories, 3 songs, and many goodnight hugs and kisses) it was 8:30pm and I wanted to knit but I was just too tired. So instead I ate a package of the Elvis Reese Cups I finally found after looking for them for weeks. I bought two packages and then when I got home I found out the hubby had bought me one too. Bless that man. They are pretty sweet but so good. I also started the book I purchased after hearing a really good review about it from a friend.



This will most likely be the last bit of pleasure reading I squeeze in before The Semester From Hell™ officially starts tomorrow. Is it normal to feel like you want to throw up after you realize what you've signed yourself up for? A 12 credit hour load on top of a full-time job. Plus I'm not exactly taking easy classes; Paleoantropology, Ethnographic Methods, Intro to Public Policy, and Human Growth and Development. I think my husband put it best when he said "You're about to be stressedthefuckout."

At least one of my Reese Cup had a double wrapper on it last night.



When I was little my mom used to tell me that it was good luck. I still totally believe it.