  Blog of the day: urlLink theredsweater(dot)com . I don't know Jamie and we will probably never meet, but I feel that we would be friends. I got my oil changed this morning. Get frustrated with one man and then go find another who can fix your car, that's what I always say.
But I highly endorse the Jiffy Lube on Nifong - they even vacuumed the inside of my car (which hasn't been done since my camp days). Speaking of camp, I keep having dreams about it. We're talking every night here. It's really starting to freak me out. Today I will: Clean my room Change my sheets Vacuum the house Crochet Finish watching Footloose (even though I can recite all of it - "Why'd he send you?
" "I volunteered. ") Make banana bread Read two chapters in my social psychology book Continue reading Backpack (a pretty good, but not fabulous, book) ...all before 6 p.m. But now I am getting back in bed. I think if I had a dog of my own I would be a lot happier. I miss Penny like hell. She swallowed a sock yesterday. Really. Swallowed it whole. urlLink Read about it. Everyone in this house has been dating their significant other for more than two years now.
Incredible. It's a nice thing because even though they might wake up mad at you for something you did in their dream, you know it won't last and they will feel bad for yelling at you. If they know what's good for them, that is. 
