abso-fruit-ly!
i have 22 more days.
TWENTY-TWO!!!
i can barely contain my excitement!!!
until then, I have:
- the seventh (donato appt with annabanana)
- the eighth (2mo.)
- the ninth (20 + dinw/dh+wc)
- the tenth (casadaga)
- the eleventh (parsons feature article due + exam)
- the thirtheenth (metropolis feature article due + shindig)
- the fourteenth (home)
- the eighteenth (donato appt)
- the nineteenth (toronto)
- the twentieth (exam + party)
- the twenty-first (home)
- the twenty-seventh (toronto)
- the twenty-eighth (exam + dh's parents?? yes? no? maybe?)
- the twenty-ninth (movinnnn'!!!! AHHH!!! YESSS!!!)
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over the course of these past few days, I have realized that:
1.) denver hayes is a bird.
4.) denver and i should NEVER fart at the same time
5.) banana muffins smell gross
2.) i should never talk to my mom while stoned
3.) dude does not like ice
6.) nothing is better than dhs' wc's except for dh himself.
I have an odd feeling that I'm going to become a homebody in the future. Wyn took note of it last summer when I started my dishwashing, exercising and healthy eating craze. I was talking to her early this morning and when she asked about my birthday gift, I asked her to get me dishes or anything categorized in "Home." Gulp. Now, I've taken up baking? Not legitimate baking, more Betty Crocker baking, but baking none-the-less. I can't stop. I want to feed my friends until they're round like timtim and wes. I want to stuff them with food so the only way they'll leave my house is by rolling, not walking. I have a feeling chubbs will be happy with this idea. Perhaps we'll tan in my backyard with lemon juice in our hair, gossip, talk about gas prices, politics, then gulp down some water, do carmen to the pcd, then do facials and make fruit shakes. yummmm. je suis excited.