Even after nine months of dating, I have so much to teach him.

D: "Thanks for coming to watch the race."

Me: "Oh. No problem. It was fun."

D: "Did you eventually wipe that booger from your nose?"

Me: "What booger?"

D: "The one you had hanging from your nose when I stopped. "

Me: "Oh god. I had a booger hanging from my nose?"

D: "Yeah. Huge. I could see it through my foggy glasses."

Me: "Huge? That's great. Why didn't you tell me it was there?"

D: "Well, I just thought it was so nice that you came out to see the race, and it was cold."

Me: "Right. All the more reason to tell me. I'm so embarrassed. Now that you mention it, the runners all seemed to be looking at me."

D: "Yeah. It was gross. I'm sure you'll survive this, though."

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Today is the last day of my winter break, and I am proud to report that I have managed to do very little in the past three and a half weeks (which includes blogging, as many of you have pointed out). This break has been sort of a turning point for me. You see, usually I feel overwhelmingly guilty for all that I've neglected to do during my downtime. This time, however, I feel overwhelmingly grateful for the fact that for once in my life I simply
r e l a x e d, guilt-free. That's not so say that some things weren't accomplished. I did relearn how to knit, read an entire book for pleasure, earned the top score on Cassie's hand-held Tetris game, and watched The Office, Seasons 1, 2, and 3 (the internet has everything if you search hard enough, although perhaps I shouldn't be admitting that here).

So, I'm quite ready to get back on that horse tomorrow. May even be looking forward to it in some small way. In a small, small, small way, that is.