And for some reason smell like wine. I have often stated that I think my feet produce an acid that eats through socks and shoes. The smell is even more evidence in defending my hypothesis.

I have the sneaking suspicion that the weather here is finally going to decide what season it is and it’s not going to give us any warning. Until then, however, I will continue to wear socks and shoes in order to be prepared for it. I would much rather wear my sandals. I mean it is November 14th and it was like 70°F yesterday. The bad part is that in the mornings it is like 48°F. And I’ve lived here long enough to know that sometimes that is as warm as it is going to get. Sometimes the weather decides that at 6:30am it is the warmest temperature that it will be outside all day, and then the weather goes promptly back to bed leaving you to wish that you had brought a jacket. Or in my case, had worn socks and shoes.

This is some mysterious crazy important week for Teacher Sis because today she is taking her, um, Praxis math test, it is a teacher test. You know, to make sure she knows how to do math. The school districts like to ensure that math teachers know how to do math for some insane reason. Reflecting back on my school days, I wish someone had given my math teachers personality tests to ensure that they had one. Come to think of it, all of my lady math teachers were totally cool, it was the guys who were (insert images of hands held out in front of me, horizontally, rocking from side to side). Anyways, best of luck Sis. Don’t mess this up.

Today is the big day. The Mashed Potat-off is tonight. I will be sure to photograph the event and do a write up on it tomorrow. Nicky the cook and I talked about making it as much like a Top Chef challenge as possible. We have limited cook space, limited cookware and utensils, we are bringing our own ingredients, we might as well have a time limit as well. This should be fun.

Well, I need to go take a shower and wash my stinky feet. More soon. ~SC