Well, no wolves to speak of yesterday, but I did score some of that apple pie. I've made many pies lately, but they've all been as gifts or party offerings and I didn't get to taste any. I forgot how good they can be. Mmmm, mmmm, good.

Mom and I went to see Miss Congeniality last night. Funny movie. Not a lot of depth to it, but that's not really what we were in the mood for anyway. There's a part when she's in a bar with a pint of B&J's Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough and she tells her partner that she's going to get chip-faced. I almost fell off my chair laughing. I enjoy these ugly ducking movies. It gives me hope that one day I too can become a swan.

I think I'm getting a little too accustomed to 9-10 hours of sleep every night. One might say that I need it, but I'm not sure that's strictly true any more. Next week is going to be a tough adjustment, getting out of bed at 6:30 a.m. every morning. Grrr.. I can do it. (zzzz)