a moralistic story

I stared at this blank box last night for 45 minutes trying to come up with something clever or interesting to write. I finally did, so I spent another 45 minutes or an hour working on it carefully. I pushed publish, and the next screen that came up said there was an error. Right before I pushed the button I thought, "Hmm...I should probably copy and paste this onto Word just to have a back up." Of course I didn't.

In a little, subdued fit I flipped my laptop closed and just went to sleep instead of trying to rewrite it all. Jeeze. That won't happen again.

So, moving on...
Last night I went to my aunt Marta's house and we cooked for a couple hours -- I felt like quite the little homemaking student. We cooked mini pizzas, pumpkin soup, pumpkin scones, and cut up vegetables for delicious veggie fajita/stir-fry wraps. She let me take half of it all to freeze. While most college kids are cookin up their frozen burritos and ramen noodles, I'll be eating gooood! I'd be jealous of myself.