New Beginnings

or some random crap like that.

So husband has issued a challenge for me to actually write something awesome at least once a week. Something about proving that I'm not all talk or I don't remember, I got bored while he was speaking and my mind wandered off to play with, well, you don't want to know.

Today was a great day, since I didn't have class, I didn't do have homework due and we were going to the Art Festival. Which was a delight. But before we could go, husband had to work and I had to keep myself entertained. And by entertained, I mean I actually did housework for a change.

I like to be naked I believe in freedom of expression and constantly follow that path, but there are good things to be said about pants and shirts when working with chemicals or the stove. I may have tried to give myself a chemical burn on my butt while I was cleaning the shower, and/or burn my boob off when roasting marshmallows over a burner. Don't judge me. It's delicious.

The best part was when I was cutting the dough to make sticky buns and decided the knife I was using wasn't sharp enough... so being awesome smart a super genius with mad coordination, I got out one from the dead man I keep on the counter and proceeded to try and cut my thumb off. Again. I only bled a little, and may or may not have ruined one of the sticky buns, but I pulled the bloody dough off and the rest will cook off. Right? It's not like I have a blood disease... that I know of.

The Art show was awesome, and there are more people there every time we go, which sucks a lot, because of the anxiety. But a Xanax later, we were good. Or I was good and husband was relieved to just have me done with squeezing the life out of his hand.

Now, I am at work, where I should be doing a weeks worth of homework and instead reading Jenny The Bloggess and seeing myself about 7ish years in the future. I don't actually know how old she is, but she's about as accident prone as I am. Delightful.