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So yesterday I went visiting teaching with my wonderful little partner, Leath. Robby had the car, so I had to walk to her house so we could go. She can't drive, but she has a car, so I drove her car and took us to go visiting teaching. I have been assigned all older sisters. I don't know why, but I have, and I love it. We visit Cindy Wagstaff, who just had a mastectomy done on her right breast. She has gone through hell and back with that one breast. Right now she is going through the reconstruction phase where they put stretchers in so that she can have an implant in just a month from now. They stretch the intercostal muscles (muscles that just want to be left sitting against your ribs and NOT stretched!) and it is a lot of pain. We also visit Cindy Scott, the lady who let us use her timeshare at Christmas time. She is my mom's age. She is a hoot. She is a convert and before she joined the church, she was a wild thing. She is currently married to her fifth husband and sealed to him. She told me once that she stopped finding her husbands in bars and lived a much happier life. She has three Yorkies and they literally bark the ENTIRE time we are there. They are lucky I don't own them because they would find their voice boxes removed. They love sniffing me ever since we got Ollie because he smells so nasty and they love it. :D

I came home from that and went straight to bed. I felt so crappy. When I go to bed in the middle of the day, I know I'm not doing that great. I am not usually a napper unless I am totally wasted. Emeli came home from school and I was in my long, flannel nightie. I love that nightie. It is so warm! Not very sexy, but oh well. It's warm :D. She put me back in bed, got me a drink and tidied up the house. I could hear her with her music playing, puttering around in the kitchen and in her bathroom. It was nice to just snooze lightly, knowing she was taking care of things like that. She also made dinner. Robby told her that she made a better dinner that me...hahaha! BRAT. Of course, Emeli grinned and loved that.

I forgot to say how when we were looking at model houses on Saturday and talking to one of the sales agents...he asked how old Emeli was. We told him and he said, "I would have guessed 15 or 16." Emeli perked right up. I glared at him and said, "Do NOT tell her that!" and laughed. He laughed when he realized why I said that because he could see Emeli gloating. She said, "Really?!" I teased her about that as we looked through the house. I kept saying, "Really?!" in a squeaky voice and Emeli would say, "Stop it!" and laugh.

Our little ferret is completely spoiled. We have let him out of his cage so much and let him sleep in my pajama drawer so long that he doesn't want to go in his cage at night. We can hear him tearing things up in there because he can't settle down. In the mornings when I go out to the hall to wake Emeli up, he is standing in his cage looking at me like, "Good morning! Let's start a new day of mischief." I don't have the heart to leave him in there looking like that, so I take him out. By the time we are ready to leave, he has nestled himself into my pajama drawer and fallen asleep.

I am distracted from studying tonight. I have a huge test tomorrow and I'm about 60% ready for it. This block has been really challenging: the heart, the lymphatic system, anemia and ECG's. I am a little overwhelmed by all that I have to know. Plus, I still feel crappy. So that is why I'm blogging...because I don't want to study anymore.