I woke up around 6am because my right sock was missing. I'm obsessed with having socks on (mental protection). I used to run around barefoot until about 7th grade when I was running to go turn on the tv and my pinky toe hit the door frame and snapped sideways. OUCH! After the ordeal was over and my broken toe was all fixed (by wires), I didn't feel comfortable going barefoot anymore. I know logically that socks won't really protect my feet from accidents like that, but they make me feel better.

Well, I spent a good ten minutes digging around my bed for the darn sock. I've got so much crap on my bed. A thin sheet, a thick sheet, my two yelly blankets, two warm hug pillows, two normal pillows, my valentine bear, my easter bunny, and my hand size pink bunny. It's crowded! :)

Everyday when I come to work...about 18 minutes into the drive...if I arrive at this on ramp about 8:50.. about 8 UPS trucks merge onto the highway. It's a pill.
I can't wait till we have transporters. One to beam up!

I'm drinking gatorade- fierce grape. I forgot to put my sunkist into the refrigerator last night. Mmmm....thirst quencher.