My neighbor cookie count is up to 4 plates. Last night Bill and Meredith from 305 Vantage Point stopped by with oatmeal chocolate chip. Yes, I live in suburban hell.

I slept really well last night. So well, apparently, that my alarm might as well have not gone off, because I didn't hear it. Luckily I have a back up alarm in the form a large, licking, fuzz ball named Apache that got me out of bed in time to make it to work at around 9 a.m.

Last night was fun. We (well, I should say Sarah, Cari and Kennda) finished painting my very purple study. I made dinner (Ceasar salad) and took the masking tape off the molding in the dining room (yes, some touching up will definitely be in order this weekend, sigh). Then we all had dinner in the Ralph Lauren room (you know how fancy restraunts always name each room -- well, I've started to do the same in my house), which was very reminiscent of one of the few really good aspects of the nunnery, random girls sitting around the table talking about decidedly un-girly things. I like those conversations.

Tonight: I am going to practice volleyball. Jen put together a team of people that live in the South Shore Village area for the NASA recreational league (we're called the Village People he he). However, like a couple other members on the team, I haven't played volleyball since middle school gym and don't remember any of the rules. We are so going to lose EVERY game.