highway pick-up and my house is a dump.

Today was long.

I woke up and picked up trash for about two hours, and then stuffed my face with delicious pizza.  I feel as though I ate enough for both Pauler and myself.  Since, he couldn't be there I decided I would eat as much of the buffet as my little tummy could handle.

Met some neat people.

Gave some kids rides home.

Went home myself.  Finally.

I can't tell you how excited I was to return home to my husband.

I was a little disappointed that our apartment was still a mess from the craziness of the week.

I had to go grocery shopping.

Pauler was doing homework.

The car alarm was being retarded so I got stuck in the walmart/albertson's parking lot for awhile.

Came home again.  I love coming home.

A friend was over studying chemistry with Pauler.  I commanded Pauler to finish up his homework and to stop helping me put food away.

Then I spent the rest of the night cleaning/tidying/remaking the bed.

Today was productive. (good thing I got most of my homework finished yesterday).

I love my house.  Especially when it is clean.