Let's just be honest. We all get runny noses. So don't get grossed out. But oh man, we're talking faucet face! Last night my face was out of control. Luckily, my mom, who happens to know just about eveything there is to know about health, gave me some vitamins to take and I am fine now, but I just had to share that.

Today I called 33 Interior Design offices asking if they had any temporary employment. I left tons of messages and was turned down by many. I got one bite though, and we'll see where it goes. The guy who answered the phone asked me to send a resume. He said his boss had been looking for some extra help. So that would be really cool. I was talking to God this morning and I would love to be the answer to some frazzled designer's prayer. So that might be cool.

I just got a call back from a woman who didn't have any work but we chatted for a bit. She asked where I was studying and told me she has been in the profession for 40 years! She reminded me to never call myself a decorator. They make cakes and set up for parties. I design. I move walls. Very cool. Fun lady. She wished me good luck. So many designers are just lovely people. I actually think that in the genetic makeup of someone who is aesthetically sensitive (as I like to call myself), we actually have an enhanced version of the niceness chromosome.

I just got back from the library. I am such a book girl and I never even knew it. I returned my 4 design books from last week, picked up 4 more, 2 novels and 1 book on Feng Shui that I almost bought last week! Lucky me. Did you know the library also rents movies for free? I love this game!

So the plan to take over the world today includes but is not limited to the following:
wait for mom to get home
con her into coming to work out with me
pump serious iron (pizza AND burgers in less than 24 hours. Oh my!)
drive my little sore self home
shower, for the second time today
slather yummy lotion all over, for the second time today
Put on my comfy XXL clown pants masquerading as PJs
Read about Feng Shui and my new novel about an R & B Singer gone Jazz
Tuck parents into bed, well, no, just let them go to bed
pop in a delectibly delightful movie (making sure the snickers are stocked in the dish beside the couch
AND ENJOY!

For tomorrow night, I will be with fun friends in Ocean Shores!
My friend Chris and I are the only non-marrieds going. So he looked up some chapels in Vegas so we can try and hop down there before we go. He doesn't think we'll have time.

Time Schmime.