This has been a crazy week. Erin finally decided on a college and signed her letter of intent. It was like pulling teeth to get her to make up her mind. Friday night I told her she had drug her feet long enough, it was time to make a decision. She of course didn't want to talk about it and finally said she would decide on Sunday. She came home Sunday morning with a fever and a sore throat. I swear she will do anything to get out of making this decision. I had some amoxicillin in the house that she had from a previous illness, I told her to start taking them so she could get better quicker. Last time I did that, I found out the red face was from wind burn playing soccer and not an infection. It's a good thing I'm not a doctor!!

She finally made a decision and picked Spring Hill in Alabama, there is a reason that I call her Sybil. Once she made the decision she started getting excited planning her beach outfits. She went tanning and couldn't understand why she now has a rash all over her body. She got on Web Md (because she is her grandma's granddaughter) and diagnosed herself with Scarlet Fever. I'm sure the tanning with strep throat while on antibiotics had nothing to do with it, it has to be Scarlet Fever.

Shannon decided to get off the couch and apply for a job. Of course she insisted I stand over her shoulder while she filled out the online application so I could help her with the questions. There were fifty questions, some were funny like, What percent of people do you think cheat on their federal tax return?? I don't think she even knows what a federal tax return is. They asked if your average grades were A's, B's, or C's, she put B's, they also asked if she was a real go getter, she put strongly agree. I told her that as soon as we finished the application. I would drive her up to church for confession. I had just run three miles and didn't want to stand behind her holding her hand while she filled out the application. She finally finished, I decided she should return to laying on the couch watching One Tree Hill, that is much easier.

Dave came home from running his four miles and said, "Wow this just gets easier and easier, I didn't look at the time but I think I did that pretty fast." I'm thinking of hiring Tonya Harding's ex body guard to take care of our little over achiever.