bah.

I guess today doesn't really qualify as terrible or horrible but it definitely was a no good, very bad day.

For some reason, I was a few minutes late for work even though I left at the usual time. This was followed by a day of cold winds (of course I left my extra jacket at home) and sheets of sand blowing in our faces (which I later brought home in my ears, hair and clothes). I was also late for practice since I managed to get lost in Palo Alto (how? I will never know. Especially since I've been to the field more times than I can remember!). Then I find out that two days of digging in a trench and pretending to be a contortionist should not be followed by rugby practice. Because if it hurt before, it hurt even more after. Not good.

But the pilsbury dough boy and my sister made it all better. I think it's cute when he gets poked in the tummy and giggles in the ads. And my sister always looks at me then giggles just like him. Usually when I poke her in the tummy too. Did I mention that tv is now a good friend of mine?