Spring class is over!

I turned in my paper (that, by the way, I stayed up all night to finish) and enjoyed one last lecture on foodways. Now, I'm officially free for the summer. Whoopeeeee! I liked the class - don't get me wrong, but there's something to be said for free time.

To celebrate, I came home and cuddled our little dwarf hamster. It's taken forever for him to get to the point of even allowing me to pick him up, much less sitting there contentedly in my hand and allowing me to rub behind his ears, so I'm grateful he'll allow it now. He'll lightly "nip" my knuckle when I ask for "a kiss." Our other hamster (regular-sized) will lie, snuggled up, on my daughter's arm while she holds it across her chest, but he's usually squirmy when I hold him.

Last night, my daughter and I went on errands and stopped off at a pet store to visit the animals while we were out. I got one bunny to rise up on his hind legs by rubbing my finger upward on the glass. My daughter loved playing with the puppies the best. If she'd had $1,000 to $2,000, I'm sure she'd have seriously considered buying one she fell in love with. My husband would never go for having a dog, though...although persuasion from his daughter might work much better than persuasion from his wife... You know how daddies usually are about their daughters...

So all's right with the world right now. It's nice and warm outside, the People magazine came (well, it's a step up from the National Enquirer I used to read when I was younger...), I'll be going out to dinner with my hubby soon... The only thing that could make this more perfect is if a new Monk show would come on!

Speaking of National Enquirer, I once played a pretty good joke on an old boss of mine for April Fools Day. When she was out of her office, I cut out a picture of monkeys from the National Enquirer, slipped into her office and slipped the picture over top of her children's pictures in her photo frame. I waited all afternoon for some type of reaction. Finally, I heard this loud, "Hah!" and I knew she'd seen it. The joke was sort-of on me, though, because she laughingly told me later that she hadn't found it until after an interviewee and probably seen it when he came to apply for a job... Still, my joke was harmless and fun. Some coworkers of mine moved one employee's desk out to the roof and he was thoroughly displeased (although they got a good laugh out of it).

I guess I'll have to work to try to clean up the house now that my class is over. Housecleaning and cooking are *not* second-nature to me.

O.K., I'm glancing through the latest issue of People that touts the "100 Most Beautiful, 69 pages of stunning stars" and I'm disappointed to note that many of them are below the age of 50 (sigh). Oh well, nothing I can do about it. Gotta move on. I wish I could still look the age I feel, because I surely don't feel like I"m 52!