Today was my last day of clinic until January, so I "celebrated" by painting my nails while studying. (I can't have painted nails in clinic. I'm not sure I even like painted nails, I just don't like being told what not to do).
Walked in my room today and let out a "Hah!" when i realized there were 5 different pairs of boots out on my floor, but only the right boot?
I decided I wanted to crochet a scarf for Ben for his birthday/Christmas/-40' weather, even though learned to crochet about 6 years ago one day and hadn't touched it since. It was an adventure, and is getting mailed tomorrow (I know, late).
I was told by a complete stranger at the BYU library that I looked like I was from Gilbert. "How did you know?" I asked. "You're clothes gave it away" said he. I went to the bathroom to document, and I don't get it... How am I a "Gilbert girl"?