tickle tickle

muchos apologies, senors and senoritas (and one senora, *wolf whistle*). the dust has settled on my weekend and still you see no pictures or anecdotes before you. rest assured, my moustached friends, that sooner than later they will come. 

tomorrow is "kristyn gets a rental car!" day. my cavalier is still too legit to quit, don't worry, but some nursing student rear ended the heck out of it and I just can't drive around looking like that. I am optimistic that the rental car is something nice, something that makes me look like more than a skid living with her parents, but if it has to be a colt or something, I understand. 

I am le tired. 

I am also learning how to quilt! my coworkers told me I need a boyfriend, apparently this isn't a hobby for anyone in their twenties. whatever, says I. bring on the bad back, bad vision, and chronic thimble-itis. the glory of having made the blanket I lay under when watching chick flicks all by myself is reward enough in itself.