Potential Happiness.

First off, I would like to say how random some of my blogs are. And when I say random, I mean within one post. Let me demonstrate.

There has been a new pet peeve of mine that has surfaced it's nasty head. Dishes. Growing up I never did dishes, which is a bad habit and feel for sorry for my mother who put up with it. Now, I've seen the error of my ways and do my dishes almost right after they are used. Mom, you would be proud of me. But my resolve was heightened when during our meeting, the other girls wanted everyone to do their dishes since the ones in the sink that are there for two or three days were disgusting to them (either Kayla or I would just wash them if they got too high). Well, two weeks later, Kayla and I do our dishes after every use, and this is our sink now.

There are no silverware (even after I wash one from the sink, I come home and it has been used and now partying with it's homies back on the bottom of our sink...) In this picture the scenario is as follows. One of the bottom floor girls finally washed their cups, bowls, and other big items, but left the entire collection of silverware in the sink. Why? I have no idea. It's not like it would have taken too much longer to jut wash them too. (I refuse to wash their dishes since they are the ones having dish issues.) But I leave on Friday morning with just the silverware in the sink. And when I get home, behold our sink(above). How can four girls make that much mess in twelve hours. Twelve hours that they are supposedly not home for. Did the dirty dish fairy come and give us a present? Maybe. For now, I will think it's the fairy so as not to write forceful reminders to my fellow house-mates. But Something has to be done.

And on the flip side, I was home last night after my somewhat good test (86% on the multiple choice part of my Calc 2 test. Thank you. Thank you.) But Kayla was out with her boy-toy, and all my other friends were out doing something already. So what does a single, good looking, college girl do? I went grocery shopping. As I was at Maceys there are three different types of people who come in on a Friday night. The singles with no social lives (me), the married young couples who want to rub their livelihood in the faces of the single adults, and the older couples that have finished their date nights and are now bring home food to their quiet abode since all their children have grown up and moved out. I witnessed an older couple having some fun with a Da Vinci pasta display. As I was walking past them, the husband started giggling and grabbed two packages of pasta and put them in the cart. And then the wife started to giggle and grabbed one and placed it directly into the basket. This continued for a couple more turns and they were laughing the entire time. This is what I want in a marriage. A marriage where we are still young and giddy even though grey hair may populate our hair and wrinkles dominate our faces.