"aunt marci, you're the best aunt in the universe..."

This week I've been subbing for the lady that replaced me in the office. Not only do I get to spend a few hours in the office each day filing and billing, I get to drive for 6 hours a day (minus a few short little breaks between runs). I've noticed in the two days that I've driven so far that my left arm is already getting a nice (nice for me atleast) tan! This happened last summer too... hopefully we can get Jenna's car back (Laura is in town and using it because her van broke) soon and I can be a passenger with my right arm out the window so my arms are kind of close in color.

30 days! That's all that's left til I fly out. Is it sad that I am counting down? Do I feel bad about counting down? There are two things keeping me here for the next 30 days. Work, and Paul. Not just Paul, but his wife and their adorable 4 kids. It's a good thing I've already got a few plans to be back here in the near future.

Things are getting to be frustrating here. Sometimes all that can keep me from crying is the thought that I almost get to go back to school!

OH! Today at work! In the afternoon when I was working in the office, I grabbed the keys to the Green Machine (the ancient cavalier that I drive at work) and walked out the door, turning around to say "hey, I'm going to 7-11. I'll be back." Once I got to 7-11 and got my Orange Carrot Sobe drink I got in line (it was a kind of long line too, everyone wanted a slurpee today). And then... mom, guess who walked in! Kami (my massage therapist from last summer). She asked me when I was going back to school, and what I'm doing next Wednesday at a certain time. I told her I would be at work, but that I could take a long lunch if she had an opening. SO! I get to go visit Kami again and have her fix my back, neck and shoulders. I thought to myself "self, that was the best trip to 7-11 I've ever had!" and then I went back to work. Next Wednesday will be a good day.

On yesterday I went to Paul's after work. We didn't have FHE at the Lively's, so I figured I'd go to FHE with real family. After work and before dinner, Jeanne, the kids and I went to the park. Ryan had a scooter accident and skinned his knee. After dinner, everyone was outside except me and Ryan, and he asked me if I would carry him outside so he could be where everyone else was. As we sat on the front step, and he asked me to get him water, he told me I was the best aunt in the universe. That made me smile, until like 2 minutes later when he told me that he was just kidding. Either way, Ryguy doesn't normally say things like that, so I had to blog it as proof later in his life. I felt pretty good about it, even if he was just kidding.

That's my life for ya...