Week

In the last seven days, I may or may not have:



1. Cried 4-5 times. I'm not sure. I lost count.

2. Been called a rockstar by the boss. Multiple times.

3. Worn opaque tights for the first time since elementary school.

4. Kept my room so fresh and so clean. According to Mama Booth, I can't get married until I can keep my room clean. But its cleannnnn. So someone should come marry me.

5. Locked my keys in my truck. In the ignition. In a blizzard. I retrieved them by crawling into the bed of the truck (in a skirt) and punching out the little plexiglass window with my bare hand. Desperate times call for desperate measures.

6. Forgotten to brush my teeth.

7. Gotten lost in the no-mans-land between provo and orem. I have seen the underbelly of this town, and it is dark.

8. Wikipedia-ed tetanus, diphtheria and pertussis.

9. Dropped out of my dinner group because we can't even go ONE meal without the boys talking about crotches. Or boobs.

10. Wanted to blog almost every single day but never had time.

11. Been browsing for a new phone because mine has seizures and creates a plaid-like pattern of seizure bars across the screen every now and then.

12. Curled my hair successfully at least 3 times.

13. Went to the corn maze and Halloween festivities at Thanksgiving point and LOVED MY LIFE.

14. Saw a giant old man in a hospital gown doing laps around the cardiac unit. Giant.

15. Decided what I might be for Halloween. (Antoine Dodson?)

16. Left my headlights on for 5 hours while I was at work.

17. Showered far less than 7 times.

18. Purchased 2 bathing suits online from Jcrew for 24 dollars. Including shipping.

And oh so much more.

I am incredible.