Saturday Morning Festivities

"Hold it down on the ground, Lizzy."
"I'm trying! But I don't want to be bit by anything..."
We measured the patio this morning for a hot tub. I was being annoying because I had been woken up early, and it's Saturday. I'm not even scared of bugs. Horrid excuse. But my mind was definitely elsewhere. While my mom was dreaming of summer evenings spent lounging in the mammoth hot tub with 26 jets, I was calculating the cost of car insurance, rent, groceries, and tuition. Ah crap, books too. Last night at work, I talked with some friends about moving out of my house. I've already looked at apartments, and I can definitely afford rent. My parents still pay my car insurance, and every time my mom threatens to kick me out, she talks about how expensive it would be for me to pay it. But after talking with my coworkers, sounds like I can find some pretty cheap insurance. I haven't gotten in any wrecks, minus the rear-ending from the 15 passenger van. Although, I know being under 25 does affect it. Hmm... I'll have to look more into it. But by my 21st birthday, I want to be out of here. That's less than 3 months.

Oh man, my stomach's growling. I gotta track down some lunch and perhaps shower. I think I still reek of chips and salsa from work last night.