What the hell has happened to me? Since waking up, I've made the bed, washed the dishes, peeled some taters and threw them in with a roast and picked up the living room. Am I trying to prove myself a worthy wife or am I just getting old?

Along the marriage lines, my mother seems to be pushing the issue. Last week Darren's dear mother took a picture of her son and I and sent it to my parents. My mom called me yesterday raving about what a cute picture it was and how she was GOING TO PUT IT IN THE PAPER ALONG WITH OUR ENGAGEMENT ANNOUCEMENT. Jesus, Mother. For the record, we're not engaged. It may be decades before we are.

I've been enjoying my time in the big city. Darren's at work right now and he will be for the next, oh, eight hours or so, so I have plenty of time to entertain myself. This evening I'll be headed back on over to Burnsville to stay with my sister for the weekend. Weehaw! PLUS I get to watch The Cat in the Hat today, which I hear sucked, but I think I need to judge it for myself. We got the unlimited movie pass at Blockbuster and, boy oh boy, have we ever made the most of it.

So that's about the extent of the excitement in my life. I went to THE humane society last week and I fell in love with a six-month-old golden retriever that, obviously, I couldn't have. Also, I haven't killed Darren's cat yet, but i have seriously considered it. Darren spends every night on cat partrol, keeping Lenny from reclining on my face. What a guy.

That's that. Like a horrible friend, I forgot to wish Aurora a happy birthday and I've been meaning to for the past week and a half. So, my dear Aurora, I hope the first week or so of being 23 has been fabulous and it only gets better.