(Yeah, I am not the best when it comes to remembering things...anything..s. Not just this blog.)
Seventeen - The number of days since my last day of class.
(Undergrad..yeah, I am totally counting the days until I graduate...I have, let me see, approximately 723 left.)
Ten - The number of days since my last final.
(Can we just say a prayer of thanks here? I didn't keel over and die, although right around Tuesday I almost did. Did you know a 24 x 36 poster costs almost 40$ to print? Well, you do now.)
Seven - The number of days since I started working full time in an absolutely amazing university library
(Now if only there were something to do in an academic library during the summer.)
One...er, one.... ummmmm. Ok so I don't have anything for one. How about One hour since I ate a positively delectable steak fajita in a freakin bowl! Yeah, my quest for all things avacado led me to my friendly neighborhood Chipotle's. Friendly because hey, I know a few people there, and they know me. Drown me in guacamole because that is how I wanna die.
(Ok, not really, but I have avacado on the brain today.)
I have fallen behind in my Ted drawings, mainly because stress has tried to kill me a few times in the last few weeks.
(And when I say "tried to kill me", I mean it has lurked in the shadows with a pointy knife and jumped me while I innocently tuck the kids into bed at night. It wasn't pretty.)
I love you all... because you made it to the end of my ramblings and let's face it...you learned a few things about me, but actually, I said nothing at all...
Mmmmm.....guacamole...
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