Matrimony

Aside from the unfortunate weather, today is a prime example of the loveliness of the past few weeks. With the lawyer-in-training around, we've been able to do fun, economical activities.

Mostly, SuperTarget and Chilis are involved. We're pretty cool.

For the first time since Friday, I was able to enjoy the warmth of magical flannel sheets until around 11 a.m. Austin got up and went for a run, while I stayed wrapped in the cocoon of self-love. After he returned, bathed and consumed multiple bowls of Cheerios, I finally elevated to the second stage of waking up, which involves trashy television and bed. After coming to the realization that "Confessions of a Former Teen Idol"would be better received on the 40", I prepared a bowl of generic Cinnamon Toast Crunch, wrapped myself in my raggedy quilt and attempted to persuade Austin to limit his "SportsCenter" consumption to two hours.

Later, I fell in love with Planned Parenthood. We headed to campus to print things and split a Chicken Crispers meal on Daddy's dime.

In journalism school, one is taught to "show" instead of "telling."

Clearly, I am not a journalist.

Wendy is here Friday. Good times! Woot!