First day of school

Today I did lots of things. I went to work, then I ran some errands, then I went to school, and then I ran some more errands.



I arrived home about 6:50. I had until 8:30 to get things done, because 8:30 was when I had to go pick Chris up from work.



I decided I would weed the yard while it was still light outisde. So I weeded along, and at one point I realized there were ants crawling all over my legs and a few on my arms. Obviously I freaked out and screamed and jumped around. Then I covered up the ant hole with a rock and thought, "That'll teach those trashy ants."



After my weeding escapade, I realized it was 8:00, which meant I should probably start to make some dinner for me and my little Christopherson. So I went in the house, but got sidetracked doing other things, like moving all our bathroom stuff back into the bathroom (it had been vacated for a painting expedition, which I may or may not post picures of), cleaning up some things in our bedroom, and putting some dishes away in the kitchen.



The time was now approaching 8:20, and I had found a bug bite on my arm, and a HUGE mosquito bite on my face. (Why I always get them on my face I have no idea, but it's inevitable. It's part of being Erin.) Then I started coughing, for no reason that I can explain. I coughed for like 5 minutes. I coughed so hard I thought I might throw up. And still I had prepared no dinner for us. I was very frustrated by all of this.



I opened up one of the kitchen cupboards to get something out, and before I knew what was happening, my blender CRASHED onto the floor and shattered into millions of pieces. I had no idea glass that thick could shatter like that. For a split second, I was actually sort of excited and thought maybe this meant I could get that blue Martha Stewart blender they have at Macy's, but I quickly realized I had only broken the glass part and not the actual blender.



Now. All of these events combined--the ants, the bug bites, the coughing, the no time for dinner which resulted in having no dinner, and of course the blender--may not seem so terrible to some of you. But for me, at that moment, it was just too much, and I started crying.




I cried all the way to NuSkin, where I picked up Chris and bravely told him all of my problems. And he is so cute. He didn't laugh at me or act like I was being a dumb girl, he just said, "So you haven't made any dinner? What do you want for dinner?" and I said, "Cafe Rio." So off we went to get me a chicken salad. In the meantime, he told me a funny story about work that made me stop crying, encouraged me to get a job I want even though it doesn't pay very much, then stood in line with me at Cafe Rio and put me in a good mood just because he was there.




When we got home, I sat down with my salad, and he got to work with the broom and cleaned up the blender catastrophe. Then he took out the trash and pulled the garbage cans out to the curb, just like he does every Tuesday night.




I'm so glad I have a nice boy to live with me. It makes my life so good. I like him quite a bit.

*This picture has nothing to do with the

disastrous events of this evening.

It's actually from Halloween two years ago.

I just really love the picture and the boy in it.