Back in college, my roommates and I used to freak out about sticking our hands in the drain to get something that shouldn't be in the disposal. My roommate Jenny could do it - she was a year older than the rest of us and was dying to get married. So, the test for whether you were "ready" was whether you could fish things out of the disposal (and the toilet, but thats another story involving some of my favorite nail polish). Anyway, last week I passed the test. I dropped a peach pit in my disposal and apparently those don't break up very easily. I stuck my BARE hand down in the depths to get it out. I did it without thinking, it was like second nature. Afterwards it hit me. I'm ready. At last.
Oh, and I'm also ready for kids, according to the "can you take care of a sick animal test." Latte has been sick for the last few days, with things spewing out of both ends. And I've been catching stuff in paper towels (so that it wouldn't go INTO my couch) and cleaning up some pretty stinky stuff. Some may say that means I'm ready for kids. Don't believe everything you hear.
Other than that, I'm trying to stay afloat in law school. They keep throwing things at me - citechecks, papers, reading assignments, research assignments. Maybe someone will throw me a flotation device. Or a margarita.
Cheers: to the new John Mayer
Jeers: to setting goals and trying to stick to them
ps - I am officially coming to Homecoming on a plane ticket that only cost $5 thanks to my frequent flier miles. And I'm staying at the KOA Kampground in a little kabin. Kute. Maybe we'll have a bonfire after the Bonfire and roast some marshmellows...
pps - After a trip to the vet, an IV and some meds, Latte is much better.
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Way to go with the disposal! I'm definitely not ready I guess... But you would be proud of me and Scout. He's being so good and I'm being a good mom I think! :) Anyway, I love you big! Can't wait to see you at Homecoming!!!
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