Tuesday, May 24, 2011

shut the front door

I think I've experienced nearly every emotion I have at some point today.  An adventure.

Jill's going to bed, but we just shared this lovely little conversation:
Me: Is it eighth week?  Is it ninth week?
Jill: It's ninth week.
Me: Shut the front door!
Got my second wind, fueled by laughing at everything and anything.  I've been in this state a lot this quarter.  It's not bad, but it does make people question my sanity.  Le shrug; what else is new?

Tomorrow's going to be good.  We're going to make it good.

Happy ninth week, lovelies.  How's it treating you?

1 comment:

  1. oh anna. you always make me smile ("le shrug" is my favorite). i adore you.