Today I was given a horrible project in a different area of the company I’m temping at.  After much chaos and much deliberation about where I should sit to do this heinous act, I was given a location.

The psychology department.

Well over a year ago, the soap dish in our shower fell out of the
wall. While we were without it, we placed the soap in the front corner of the tub.

The soap dish is now firmly mounted back into the shower wall.

The soap is now firmly placed, by both my husband and me, in the front corner of the tub.

Maybe I can put a plant in the soap dish . . .

I am trying to eat healthier these days and one of my biggest struggles is packing a lunch everyday, both from a “what should I take?” perspective as well as from a “I don’t have time for this” in the morning” standpoint.

Today I packed a pb&j (don’t laugh – peanut butter is protein), a few Sun Chips, a yogurt and an orange.

The orange was so dry that I couldn’t even get it out of the quarters I have cut (remember, “I don’t have time for this in the morning!”).

I pulled the foil lid off the yogurt only to realize I didn’t have a spoon. Did I mention that I drive to a local fast food restaurant every day and sit in their parking lot and use their wireless internet connection so I can catch up on my Tweets and important news stories on TMZ and People.com? No spoon = no yogurt.

Luckily, there is a drugstore across the street from the fast food restaurant. I couldn’t buy a spoon there but I could buy a pack of M&Ms. I got my orange after all.

Monday.

86 degrees in mid April.

Yeah, that sounds about like Hell to me.

This morning we slept in and were laying in bed not wanting to get up. I was trying to have a conversation with the man in my bed (to clarify, it was my husband) and was getting no response. I knew he was awake.

Sister Rain: “Why aren’t you talking to me?”

Mr. Sister Rain: “I’m checking my Twitter.”

In October we will be married for 20 years.

For richer or poorer.
In sickness and in health.

In technology and in electronics . . .

The only time I am able to do math quickly is when I wake up before the alarm goes off, look at the clock and immediately figure out how many minutes I have left to sleep.