thurdays...

Thursdays = no class

Which means sleeping in till 8:00 (a whole extra glorious hour), 
taking an extra long shower, 

and then getting done all those small little things done that I never seem to have time to get done during the rest of the week.

Thank goodness for Thursdays.

Also Thursdays are my self-proclaimed:

{ laundry day }

Anyways, yesterday was one of the every other weeks I remembered to strip the bed and pop the sheets in the washer.

I also added two dryer sheets to the bundle as my reward for remembering.

Best. Idea. Ever.

Last night I did not just fall exhausted on top of my quilt when it was time for bed, but snuggled deep down into my silky, soft, smooth sheets...
(points for alliteration?)

I blame them for making me hit the snooze button 10 times this morning and almost being late to Statistics.

But it was so worth it.

the other day...

I remembered I had some chocolate covered strawberries left in the fridge.
Joy of joys what a fabulous after-dinner treat.

My mom sent them to me for Halloween and,
using the self control that is so rarely present whenever chocolate is in the near vicinity,
I did not consume all 6 of the treats at once.

So I pulled the box off the top shelf of the refrigerator and opened the lid.
Yes.
I had 5 lovely, delicious, sweet morsels left to eat.
What a wonderful sight.

I selected the biggest one in the box and took a big bite.

Hm.
The berry was a little soft.

No big deal.

I take another bite.

Still soft.

Wait a minute...

I lift off a chip of chocolate further up on the strawberry poised to pop it into my waiting mouth when I notice:
white fuzz
All over the top of that strawberry.

I just bit into a squishy, moldy, old chocolate covered strawberry.

Nasty.
Gross.
Disgusting.
Gag.

{ Thank goodness I hadn't swallowed yet }

happy birthday

Love you mom.

to whom this may concern.

Dear people who park next to me,

    Last night both of your cars were so snug on either side of my parking stall that upon situating my vehicle you only left me with two options:

Climb out of my trunk 

or

climb out my window.

I choose the latter.

It would have been funnier if the temperature had been above 35 at the time and it wasn't 12:30 AM.

Mostly it was just cold and late and I was tired.

Lets try not to replicate this situation anytime in the near future.

Best,
parking stall 210