Last night I took a pan out of the oven and then immediately proceeded to grab it with my bare hand and gave myself three blisters on my hand.
This morning Abby bolted and I had the wonderful privilege of chasing her in my pajamas, barefoot.
This afternoon, Cary's cell phone took a ride in the washing machine, resulting in a sharp decline in my popularity around here.
Turns out I am not ready to be back to real life yet, and I would like a do-over.
At least it can only go up from here?
Oh, and I also found out that I have to re-apply to BYU in order to do my gosh dang internship. And I missed the deadline for winter semester.
I am in an awesome mood!