Last night on PM's...

*sigh* No mas late noches...no mas sleeping in 'til 11, no mas Tia Marisol...(well that isn't true really, but it sounds dramatic enough). And no mas fabulous pm patients...you know who you are. *smile*

Trish and I celebrated with a glass of wine. It was nice, brought back memories of training... but that's another blog. It's funny, by the end of the evening we were already so punchy that alcohol was the last thing we needed. I told her how Cheryl said I was contaminating the broom by packing down the garbage with it. I can think of a few things wrong with that statement. At any rate, Trish comes out with "yeah, don't contaminate them, we have to ride home on them!" We were nearly in tears... Terrible. Trish and I get that way sometimes. LMAO, it's still funny.

Anyway, come Sunday I'll have to watch Extreme Makeover Home Edition and go straight to bed. Yikes. I'll have to be up at like 415 or 430 if I really want to push it. Ick. No good. That's so early it's still last night, you know. Egads, how will I ever adjust?!

So my little friend Evan (Eban, remember that?) left me this funny message sounding all official (with the exceptions of the obscenities he threw in periodically) stating how bad the traffic was around the corn maze in Ghetto-Luma. How fabulous! He reminded me how much I want to go! I'm dying to, have been for maybe 4 or 5 years, but haven't yet. Will this year be the year? God I hope so.