A few weeks ago my friend, Stocktoc, told me that she was itching for a new sewing project.  I told her that was funny, because I had no idea that she could sew.  She told me that she couldn’t, but that she wanted to learn how.  She thought that making some scrubs would be a good place to start, but she didn’t know anyone who would need scrubs.  EXCEPT ME.  So because I’m lucky enough to be the only (future) nurse she knows, she made the scrubs for me.  I sent her 1,000,000 measurements and she sent me
<– these, along with a note that promised to bring over a bottle of wine and get rowdy after she moves back to Texas in a month.

Scrubs and booze?  My friends, it just doesn’t get a whole lot better than that.

P.S. The first day of nursing school was great!  My sunshine-and-rainbows tune will probably change tomorrow after class when I have to choose between the following two options: a.) keep up with my reading so I will be ready for Friday’s test or b.) abandon my reading in lieu of getting ready for Wednesday’s test.  I think Wednesday’s test is going to win, but I’m really going to regret that on Thursday.  Apparently, there’s no such thing as gentle immersion into nursing school.  At least I’ll be flailing about stylishly in my scrubs.