The other day Carrie and I were sitting in the kitchen looking at the calendar, when she said, "You know, Ron Zahn is pretty good looking for an older man." And I said, "Carrie, you can't say that about him, he's family." To which Carrie replied, "Yeah, well, if this was back in the day, I would be one of his concubines."
Today I was standing in the living room talking to Jenny when suddenly I twisted my ankle and fell down. Let me remind you, I was standing still. And some how I managed to twist my ankle. It really hurt. But we decided to skip class so we went to Tumbleweeds for supper and had margaritas. I bought a bed today. I got a mattress, box spring, and frame from Verlo. And they are going to deliver it to the new house. Pretty sweet. Skipping class really paid off in the end. Except I got immensely bored and I have been putting together a puzzle for the last couple hours. And I made margaritas in the blender that I bought but Carrie called dibs on. Some guy called and wanted to do a survey the other day, and he asked to speak with the oldest female in the house. I said she wasn't home (no lie, Carrie and Jenny are older than me). He said he wanted to call back, and asked for her name. I panicked and said Susan. What would you do in a situation like that?
