I know I haven’t been posting much lately.  It’s not that I’ve had no interesting thoughts, it’s just that most of my interesting thoughts are not things I wish to share with the known and unknown universe.

I’m back at Subway, which is good for the bank account.  I’m beginning to believe that I can have fifteen college degrees and I will still be stuck in foodservice.

Not stuck. I am blessed with a job, especially considering that they were kind enough to hire me back, and that I happened to wander into Subway for the first time in six weeks on the exact day that a coworker went into labor unexpectedly and they needed a trained someone that evening.  

I bit my tongue the other day. It hurts. 
Not that anyone cares.

Yesterday, Amanda was in a bad mood.  This has been happening a lot recently, and we thought the constant pessimism was just the result of low blood sugar, but I’m becoming concerned.  Anyway, I put her in my car, filled the gas tank, and we went on Adventures.

Adventures with a seven-year-old is always fun.  I just put her in the front seat and we go explore the countryside. Every time I come to an intersection I ask her which way to go, and she picks, and so we always end of someplace new.  Then we went to Pizza Hut, and it was such a lovely day we walked down to the playground.  Playgrounds with kids are so much fun, too.  We went puddle hopping, since it had just rained and I am not a mommy, so I can jump in puddles, too.  We stomped in the mud(again, I am not a mommy) and played tag and then, since we were the only ones there, we took over the castle section of the playground and were princesses.

Then we went down to the lake and played Pooh Sticks on the pier. 

I hope I never become so old that I don’t want to play Pooh Sticks with a child.