monday, mina, marinara.

Mondays. You know that song, "Manic Monday?" Well, I love Mondays. I never have a problem with them. In fact, I wish every day was Monday. {sarcasm. i mean, i do love mondays, but not enough to only have mondays.} But, this Monday was a hard day. But, still a good day.


Jessalynn, my older sister, found out that she is having a girl! They are naming her Mina [norwegian, Wes--my brother in law--served in Norway] Alyson Speight. I'm so thrilled. I hope that I can be a great aunt and give her lots of candy, make her really rambunctious, and then...give her back to my sister. haha. uh, just kidding. I could see that backfiring in the future.

So, I work at Pizza Pie Cafe. I know, a glorious and glamorous job. I can tell that you are jealous. I mean, who doesn't want to chop lettuce, top pizza's, scrape old food off of plates, come home smelling of rotten cheese, and covered in ranch? A mystery to be solved. Anyways, I was closing topping, and I needed help from my dear work friend Karl. Because cookie dough gets rock hard, and I have no strength. So in exchange for him scooping the cookie dough out, I was transferring pasta sauces. Pouring sauces=bad idea. Why? Hot Marinara Sauce flipped up into my eyeball! It was quite painful. I ran into the walk in, and just sat there. That didn't really help, but. Hey! Gotta love accidents at the PPC.

Four more days until Linda Loo moves in. I am beyond ready for her to be my roommate again. She is classic. Everything she says is humorous. And, I just plain adore her.

The interest level of this post is quite low. So, i'mma gonna go.

Love,Billy