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Last week

The rains came down and the floods came up. It was quite scary, but thankfully we're all alright. Colorado sure could use some sunshine though!

A customer corrected me when I said boyfriend. He was like, don't you mean fiance? Never seen the guy in my life. Still getting used to this engaged thing ;)

I left my mark on the future brother in law.
Watched a documentary on ebolla. Have officially decided that public health wasn't for me. I've been thinking that for a couple weeks now, and the ebolla was the last straw. I have been freaking out about germies all week.

Went on a sister date. Got matching squirrel necklaces. Had fun.

Discovered that boxing is actually boring. Darn Rocky for making it look so awesome.

Went on a lunch date with my hot banker fiance.

Painted my nails. This time they weren't empty. (Every time before when I'd paint my nails I'd send Sammy a picture and say, man, they look so good but something's missing;)
Almost got my ring resized, but when they said it would be a week, I just couldn't do it. I'm not ready to part with my precious yet! I'm weird, I know.

Justified my House marathons with the fact that I have a puke phobia and my therapist said the best way to get over phobias is exposure to them and since it isn't really healthy for me to be puking. . . I decided watching House where the patients puke every few minutes was the next best thing.

The plying squirrel customer came back. We got a picture this time. I want one even more now. Please excuse the man's face, I was trying to obscure his identity, and not being knowledgeable in the ways of photoshop, I just used the zit button.
Stayed downstairs with the party the entire time for the first time at Sammy's house. I usually have to go  hide halfway through because I just can't handle it. But after a baby panic attack and some reassurance, I made it! And it was fun. Besides the fact that boxing is mostly a head sport and I was expecting some Rocky action.

Also, at the party, there was a little kid tipping in their chair and I automatically put it back down because my primary teacher instincts kicked in and I'm so used to stopping them from tipping. That kid gave me the weirdest look!

Had fun with my primary kids today. They actually listen if I talk in my freaky deep voice. : )

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