Uh-huh.

Life's been busy, blah blah blah, crazy amounts of students, blah blah blag. Other excuses as to why I haven't really been around lately.

Finished up the book I've been reading. Apparently it's a bad idea to stay up late finishing a crazy depressing book where tons of people are sick or dying. I love me my sad books, but they always put me in a weird head space for a few days.

Story time. Preamble: life's pretty good for Dylan and I. Our expenses are low (especially since, seriously, we've hardly had time to go anywhere, so spending money hasn't really been a thing) and Dylan has a regular pay cheque. So anyways, Dylan went crazy last week and splurged on some meat (I know, we're crazy people!). Not because it was ridiculously cheap, and was therefore going to plan everything we ate around it, or because he needed it for some specific reason. He just saw it and thought that he'd buy it and it'd get used whenever. Yah, we've been that couple that was so poor they lived off rice and whatever vegetables were cheapest. Which means that I am very familiar with opening the fridge and finding the moldy end bit of whatever vegetable. But that I have never opened the fridge to the smell of rotting meat. Turns out that you gotta eat that meat stuff pretty quick! Kinda gross, so we tossed it. Sweet mother, the smell that was coming from the garbage the next day. How is it possible for something to smell that bad? There wasn't even that much of it. That smell alone makes a pretty good argument for becoming a vegetarian.

Yah, that was the main point of me writing this post. To say that rotting meat smells bad. Had a picnic for Em last week because she is an old lady now! It was fun. Took yesterday off from going to the schools for meals and lounged around the annex. I got really excited because Dylan bought more laundry detergent so our clothes can be clean again.

I'll be more exciting next time.