I'm breaking out in hives. Is that a good enough reason to go home?
Talking on my cell phone while sitting on my front porch this weekend, I made reference to being nearly 30. My next door neighbor was walking by, and she interrupted me to say that I sure don't look it. She thought I was 25. Couldn't believe how two girls as young as me and my sis managed to buy that house. Boo-ya! I told her I'm baking her some cookies. I really should too, snnce her son is my mouse-disposal person.
My new roommate is installed. I love her. We have the same first name though, and I live in fear of becoming known as "Big Cara". She's about 5'0 in shoes and weighs approximately 95 lbs. My sister says she's just going to start calling me C-Dog. I don't know about that.
We bought a new red micro-fiber couch yesterday. Red red. I only hope I can become the kind of person that one would expect to have such a bold piece of furniture. Stay tuned.