I Couldn't Be Happier

So sometimes, I have really good days. Really, really, good days. Not like I'm trying to brag or anything, but I have really good days.

Today was a really good day. It was my last day of work, huzzah! Not that I didn't enjoy my job - I enjoyed it to the moon and back. It's just really exciting to end one phase of life and start a new one. And, being my last day, my boss took me out to lunch with my very favorite parents and two of my very favorite mission folk to one of my very favorite restaurants. Can't beat that. She also presented me with the sweetest "Thanks for being a good mission intern, I had lots of fun" token of appreciation. It's a bracelet. I'm wearing it right now.

If that isn't enough good crammed into one day, I got off work early, and got to come home and watch Project Runway with mi madre. Then two of our favorite girlies came by to pay a visit, and we got to talk about crafts and Project Runway and ladies spotted in Marshalls.

AND THEN...my dad came home from work with my new car! Yippee skippee! Just when things were starting to look bleak on the car front, this awesome prospect cropped up. I'm super pumped. I've never had "my own car" before - the one I've been driving since high school was a pass down from the brosky.

My parents have gone out to dinner with some friends. You would think eating alone would put a damper on such a good day, but I really like it from time to time. It helps, too, that my very favorite food group was on the menu. Sweet Potatoes. They deserve their own food group. Plus, I had Van Morrison blasting creating ambiance in the background to keep me company. After dinner, I retired to the playroom and starting making friendship bracelets while the music played. The CD finished after a while, and I got up to change it out, but became bold. I've been curious about turntables and records for a long while now, but I've never had the guts to do anything about it. Every so often I'd mention maybe one day my dad could show me how to use his turntable, but nothing ever came of it. And my dad's records have always been, from my perspective, off limits. It was never said in so many words, I just have always had the feeling that nobody should be touching this prized collection of audio. So...I just did it. I picked out a nice Dolly record from his collection and fumbled my way through to the right stereo settings. Maybe it's just me, but there is something extremely more satisfying about listening to vinyl than to CDs or MP3s. Probably because, to me, it's a novelty and something unexpected.

Then, I talked to one of the coolest people I know via Twitter - disclaimer: I love Twitter. - and we've set up a gameday dress making party. Not to mention, she gave the tip off that the quill was up for Pottermore, and I got into the early registration! Still not real sure as to what all of this is, but if it's Harry Potter Mania, you'd better believe I'm there no matter what.

So, that's the really good day. Nothing extraordinary by some standards, but to me it was really, really, good. In fact, I'm a little overwhelmed. Not to mention, it all has the potential to carry on to tomorrow, when I *hopefullyhopefullyhopefully* get to meet Bruce from Swamp People.