Something really cool happened to me yesterday. I got flowers from a guy. Cutest guy ever. How cool is that? Are you jealous? You should be. Good points....he's handsome. Dark hair, blue eyes. Bad points....he lives with his parents, doesn't have a job, cries a lot, is only 1'8" tall, and he poops and pees in his pants.

Okay, okay, so the flowers were "from" the baby boy I helped deliver on Sunday. But, it's not often (never) that I get to say I got flowers from a boy. His parents came over to labor and delivery yesterday and brought me a beautiful bouquet of carnations and daisies, and a really sweet card, thanking me for helping to bring him into the world. I was so touched. Made my whole day. I have the best job in the world.

School starts tomorrow. What will I do with my day tomorrow? Probably catch up on cleaning, laundry and all the stuff that didn't get done in the past four days. I worked four 12 hour shifts in a row. Don't know what I was thinking. Remind me not to do that ever again.