Today I woke up and baked the most delicious spelt muffins.
lemon poppyseed, baked to perfection.
Then I fell in the shower and bruised my ass.
Now, may I just raise a point here...
WHO DOES THAT OTHER THAN PILL-POPPING HOUSE WIFES, OLD LADIES, OR OUT-OF-WORK ALCOHOLICS???
no one just "falls" in the shower. But I did. Took the shower curtain with me and everything. Perhaps I shouldn't really care so much, except it actually hurt/annoyed me so much that I've been thinking about it all day long.
well, that combined with Lindsays arrival, the amount of homework I need to motivate myself to do, and the fact that I am finished school in roughly 2 months.
and by "done school" I definitly mean FOR GOOD.
this is how is makes me feel:
I call this one: "whew..."