Hubby and I go up to the contractor’s showroom this afternoon to make all our final selections for the house. We plan to get there early and do a last view on all our selections to make sure we were in our right minds when we made them. We want to make sure there are no What The Heck Were We Thinking When We Selected THAT? items on the list.
Unfortunately this appointment will make me late for my class tonight. Something I really don’t like, but we were unable to reschedule it for a non-class day. The only other day available is the day I’m taking a test next week, which is unacceptable.
Ugh, speaking of tests… I totally bombed the first test I took. There are numbers on that test I hope I never see again, and so much red ink that the test appears to have been a victim of a chainsaw murder. I need to work my butt off for the next two tests if I want to pass this class. This class is making the idea of changing degrees look like a good one. I won’t, but during the darkest days of math homework and studying, a Liberal Arts degree looks REAL good! OK, maybe not Liberal Arts, but you get the general gist.
Mom is coming down this way sometime next week. I’m hoping her schedule down here will give her the time for us to go out to the Fair. The fact that I’ve got a hankering for a scone only factors a little bit into my wanting to go back out there again.