Remember, Remember the 5th of November

Luckily no Gunpowder plots around, just a lot of good news. I told myself that if I only made it through October, then everything was going to be okay and man am I so glad that it’s finally November. This week has been one of highs and lows, but mostly highs.

Last night I had to go and retrieve all of my belongings from my car. It was terrible. I cried a lot more than a grown up should about something materialistic, like a car. I had to sign paperwork after I retrieved everything and I could barely see the paperwork through the tears. Not my finest hour. Especially given that I didn’t shed a single tear in the hours after the wreck. That was the time for excusable hysterics. Regardless, it’s done now and I should be getting a check soon.

I went home after that and I made fried tacos. Sounds weird I know, but essentially, you just fry the corn tortilla with the cooked meat in it, and you make hard shells from scratch. I’ve tried this before and ended up with oil soaked tortillas. This time they turned out golden and crispy, and closer to what my dad makes that I could have dared hope. I think the difference was the use of Crisco instead of oil, and the cast iron skillet that I recently acquired. Even Roomie 2.0 said they were delicious, and I made her promise to tell me if they were bad.

 

I had my delicious tacos while chatting with my wonderful new roommate, and she convinced me to make an online dating profile. It’s something that I’ve thrown around for a while but have kept shying away from. This weekend I realized that the last date that I went on was in March. Sad, sad day. There’s no time like the present though, so now, I am online dating. Hee Hee, I figure at worst I’ll get some hilarious stories, and at best, new friends and maybe more. So expect some updates on that front in the near future. I made the profile yesterday evening, and I’ve already had some messages and all sorts of page views. So yay?

As if good tacos and online dating weren’t enough fun for one week, today I found a car I love and made an embarrassment of an offer, and to my surprise, they accepted. It’s the exact car that was wrecked, same model, year, color, interior, all of it. It has 15k more miles than mine did, but still low enough to drive for quite a few years.

So long as no one purchased it between when I saw it this afternoon and when I go to sign the papers tonight, it will be mine, and hopefully this whole ordeal will soon be a distance memory.

As if all of that weren’t exciting enough, I went to Jamba juice today and their computer was down, so they gave me a drink for free. It’s the little things right? Maybe I should buy a lotto ticket, I’m on a roll!