Work work work work work work work work. That's all I do these days. That and school. Lots of school.

But I'm not uspest about it. I think that the only part that sucks is that my feet hate me. But what can I do? I stand all day at work, then stand all day at school. It's part of my job description. My boss has tons of problems with her legs and feet from years of standing for hours on end on concrete floors. I'm not looking forward to it.

So I made some veggie soup today. I used no butter, oil, or cream because I have a wedding to attend in less than a month and I would really like to look good in a dress. But the problem is that there isn't much flavor to it. So what's a girl to do? My mom tasted it and suggested corn. What the hey, so I added a can of creamed corn. And it worked! My soup tastes much better now. Ah, the wonders of corn...

My guy just left for the night. He came over earlier and we watched Young Frankenstein. I love Gene Wilder. And we watched the original Foot Loose with the 'rents. That was also a good movie. My guy had some dental work done on Wednesday so he's confined to soft, cold foods. So I made him chocolate pudding with sliced bananas and a PBJ (with creamy peanut butter and SOFT bread). He was a happy guy. The past few days he's been living on cottage cheese and shredded chicken. Poor man, he could only chew on one side of his mouth. And since the surgery was done on the roof of his mouth behind his lower lip, he couldn't open his mouth wide or move his lower lip at all. He spoke like he had a wad of chaw in his mouth.

I took this as an opportunity to dote upon him. The man never gets sick, he's severely independent, and he NEVER asks for help. Ever. Such a man. But I love him to pieces.