Ahh, I return

So, does anyone want to know how my day was today? Even if you don't want to I'm going to tell you ANYWAY. It all started when I was almost late [but not quite so there] to my MWF @8:00 class. Ok so last week the classroom we usually have class in was flooded out. So we've been having class in a concrete room with no heat now. And well, this morning we all discovered that not only had someone stolen the space heater, but SOMEONE LEFT THE WINDOW OPEN. It was like 22 degrees. I am not amused or pleased. Dr. Culp said the last time this happened he had everyone take a picture with their sweatshirts and blankets and he sent it upstairs...

Well, at least I wasn't late: that was quite an accomplishment.

Then I went to economics and we were learning about the FX Market and exchange rates. Well, I've grown up changing dollars for pesos all the time so you know...not un problemo. So class - besides the fact that I froze - completely uneventful.

The trip back though - very entertaining. So, at about 1:30 or so Conrad and I take off to pick up David. Then, we realize we need gas, so we stop off at the gas station, but not before I realized I left my sunglasses and had to go back and get them. After we get gas and are on the loop, I realize I left my chocolate fudge brownies that my mom made IN BAGS ON THE COUCH. Craptastic. So AGAIN, off the loop and back to the house. [By this time my black lab is VERY confused] Eventually, we get to David's, and then have to take a guitar to some random person's house before we can leave - DON'T ASK. So, a Hispanic, a Mexican, a Mexican American, and a rodent in his own crack house take to the road.

Yes, I said rodent. David brought home from Abilene a white Japanesse rat in a cardboard box with newspaper and crumbs: his own little crack house. It was kind of disturbing. As we approached the checkpoint we realized our little troop did not make for an unsuspicious bunch: we look like a drug ring with a young Madam. For those who don't know, you cannot leave south Texas without passing through a check point with Border PatrolAnd, coincidentally, this happened to be JUST what the border patrol was looking for on Sunday. Ironic isn't it? I should have paid more attention to the four points bulletin...I hate the border patrol.

The rat was amused. That is all, suffice to say I saw someone kill Bambi's mom...