i was driving home from work today and i was stopped at a red light and decided to trim my cuticles.  since i am prepared for anything, i took out my trusty nail clippers and started trimming those pesky cuticles.  i glanced over at the car to my left and the girl in that car was filing her nails.  i thought it was funny.  i looked over to my right hoping i saw a girl polishing her nails, but i did not, i just saw an old man picking his nose, no joke.  which leads me to my next thought, why do people think the car is the best place to pick their nose?  i mean, you are in a vehicle surrounded by windows and passing thousands of other people.  what's also scary is that most of the people that i see picking are men in suits.  they probably go to work and have meetings and shake lots of hands and those hands were just up their noses!

a fun thing happened in our house today.  last night i went to go take a shower and their was toilet paper in the shower.  not like nice clean rolls of it, but nasty, already used, already in the sewer toilet paper.  i had the normal reaction, i threw on a towel and ran upstairs screaming, "there is junk in our shower!"  well today i arrive home to be informed by krista that now there is not only toilet paper in the shower, but poop.  yes, you read right, there is poop in our shower.  sick.  our landlord is taking care of it tomorrow at 12:30.  it better be gone, forever. 

i had a beautiful weekend up north wisconsin.  my grandparents live in a cabin on a lake.  i relaxed.  i fell asleep on the dock, read on the dock, floated in a tube, played games, had good conversations...i couldn't have asked for a more perfect weekend.  my grandpa is really funny.  i can't quote him or imitate him, but just know that he is really funny.  and he calls me butch.  not in a mean way, but it's his little nick name for me.  some awkwardly laugh when i tell them that, but i like it.  he'll come into the living room, which is where i sleep when i go there, and he'll say, "morning butch." and i'll smile and say, "hi grandpa." and then he kind of winks at me and goes to make breakfast.  i love memories.

i'm going to get a library card!  i've been waiting for this day since i moved into this house.  it feels like christmas.