Crunchy Thoughts

I think this sums up last Saturday:

Steven’s heading out to San Fransisco for a conference this week. In fact, he’s on a plane way above the earth as I type.

I don’t like planes — I think I’ve mentioned this before.

I keep reloading the flight status on expedia.com, watching his little plane icon move westward. Right now he’s in between Hartselle and Hamilton, Alabama. I started watching it when he was over Gadsden.

My goal while he’s gone is to clean up the living room from where we dragged up the rest of the boxes from the basement abyss, but I don’t know if that’s happening tonight. I’m not very motivated, and I’m doing good to cook dinner for myself tonight. Hmm, better check on that chicken . . .

It’s boilin’.

Ohh, Steven’s crossed the state line into Mississippi now. I wish they’d point the little plane icon in the direction the plane’s actually headed in.

We play LSU this week. Oooooh, it’s gonna be such a game! I am going to need the Pepto, though. If we win this one, I think we get all the marbles. If we lose . . . well, I’ll still get satisfaction out of beating Alabama and Georgia. There’s always goodness in that.

Steven’s approaching Memphis now. I wonder if he can see my old house.

Hey . . . it’s GAMEDAY!!! C’mere, puppy, sweet puppy . . . BAM!

But I probably ought to write about more than playing Miss State. Hmm, what to write . . .

I just woke up from 12 hours of sleeping. I was a tired Carrie, but not anymore. Stupid dreams, though. Mini excavators were flipping over and dirt kept piling up but not going anywhere and nothing was getting done and I was freaking out out out. Ugh. Where’s my coffee?

Oooh, it might be thinking about getting cooler around here. Yesterday morning when I got in my work truck I was just cold enough to nudge one knob over to the ‘red’ side and the other knob to ‘point at my feet’ side. Fabulous. Where are my jackets? I am ready and willing to freeze this winter.

Ahh, good coffee.

I’ll leave you with Hermione the Pants Gnome