January 5th... Surviving and Eating. Essential to life.

Not much to report here. I had quite an interesting day. I pulled an all-nighter that night, and had to drive my sister to Orem for dance at 7:15 A.M. It was a cold and stormy morning, but all went well until the drive home. It had started to blizzard, and the freeway was full of slush and puddles. This was my first experience driving on the freeway in a complete storm, and I didn't think I would make it. The huge diesels kept speeding by and flinging slush into my windsheild, and every time I tried to switch lanes I would fishtail and hold on, praying to survive. And I did... yay!

Also, I picked Ray up from the airport, and we went to catch some lunch at the good old Spag Fac... haha i LOVE that place. While discussing my new goal, we decided to eat our noodles with our hands. So I ditched my fork, and dug in. It was much more delicious that way, but a tad bit more messy. The thing that concerned me was that we were both so comfortable and used to strange things that it didn't feel weird at all. And unfortunately, no pictures. But it was fun all the same!! (Plus I ate his leftovers... sorry Ray)