Things That Cheered Me Up

I woke up with a splitting headache and there was no ibuprofen in my house. I think it was caused by thinking about when to hyphenate compound adjectives (always, I say, but others disagree). After realizing I was hopelessly behind in tax, I went to the bookstore to buy a study guide, but they were out of the kind I like. I bought a Diet Coke, some Cheddar goldfish, and a caramel. I forgot to buy tabs for my Federal Income Tax Code and Regulations book. It's over 2000 pages. I need tabs.

In the effort to ward off an entirely disastrous day, I drank another Diet Coke, which violated my 24 oz. maximum rule. I also made a list of things that cheer me up.

1. My New York offer? Open through the end of my clerkship. Yay! Nearly two more years until I have to formally decide whether to move!

2. A birthday email from my motherinlaw. That wished me a happy birthday. Today. My birthday is tomorrow. This blunder wouldn't have really made me laugh--after all she was only one day off and the only reason I remember my motherinlaw's exact birthday is because it is the day before my mother's. Except it reminded me that for the first five years I knew my husband, she thought my birthday was November 26. I didn't figure it out until my husband's aunt called to wish me a happy birthday and told me where her information came from. I always just thought she procrastinated sending the card!

3. Due to daylight savings time + my husband leaving for work at 7:00 instead of 8:00, it felt like my first class was at 10:20. My husband has to wear business casual not jeans+ to work these days. That also cheers me up.

4. When my husband had a church meeting at our house last night, they spent at least ten minutes discussing how nice my house is. If you want to win me over (or Zach for that matter), say nice things about our house. We spent months picking out the perfect floor plan (and then even modified it further), colors, furniture, wall decor, etc. When I had a party with my cousins last month, my cousin and his friend spent a lot of time telling me how nice my house is. They said words to the effect of "your house looks like a magazine." I can't be sure, but I think they were sucking up. It worked.