determinedThough my Midwestern ways may always smell of corn, soy, and Nascar to those who were born and raised in large cities on the coasts, I maintain that with training, it is possible for even me to actually seem chic on occasion. And so it was that on Tuesday, I managed to eat noodles with chopsticks, without embarrassing myself or creating a large mess.
I have decided to declare the remaining afternoon "Anne, Clean Up Your Room Day." It has gotten to the point where I have to become a meteorologist to safely navigate this 13x13 square, by forecasting the appearance of miniature Bermuda Triangles and creating damage estimates for the aftereffects of Hurricane Mess.
