Puke of the Brain, g’night.
It’s late. We had a glorious weekend and I already wish I had more time with my husband, all the time. Rocky is once again in the shop, 160,00 miles is no bueno. We ate pasta and sausage and red wine for dinner, which was delicious and I probably ate too much. My tummy hurts. We sold our first-ever piece of furniture on Craigslist tonight to a nice Indian lady and her “very inventive” husband. Today, one of my students told me “I LUF OOO” which made my heart burst into a hundred tiny sparkly pieces. I have zits. Again. I want to get a non-t-shirt tan. So far the t-shirt tan is winning. I broke a toenail. We painted and organized all weekend and it was awesome. Pictures soon. We also saw Phirsten. Full story soon. LOST ended. I’m sad about that. Reaction soon. I obviously need more time to write something of more substance than this non-enthralling non-blog.
I love my life. I love my husband. I love my horses. I love my students. I love my sleep. I’m going to bed. Sweet dreams.