Stream of consciousness

I secretly love embarassing my Korean sister. She is super conservative and modest; she shares nothing private. I am pretty much the opposite, around my house anyway. Sometimes I like to do things just to get her reaction. I think sleeping nude, or at least partially is comfortable. She sleeps in 10 billion layers. She changes clothes with the bedroom door locked, even though no one will come in. I rip 'em off and run around like a banchee (which is why I've flashed my 60 year old neighbor one too many times). She refuses to ask us to buy her pads or tampons, so her mom sends them from Korean. Whole boxes of them. She has a drawer in our bedroom dedicated to them, but she keeps it tucked under a thin layer of clothes. I openly wash my cloth pads and store used ones in a bucket under my bed. Opposites. Yet so much alike, in ways only we know.
I walked through my new clinical site hallway. All I smelled was poop. I didn't know orthopaedics would be so stinky. My patient was the source of the stench. If he smells like that tomorrow I am going to shove a plug in his butt get some of that awesome deoderizer from the Pyxis. Should be interesting tomorrow. I have 2 patients with total hip replacements, just on opposite sides. My other patient was making strange noises when I left. Strange noises freak me out.
My Marine cousin is home. He is proposing to his girlfriend in 8 days. She has no idea, and I'm so happy for them.
I am working midnight shift tomorrow (blegh), and after clinical I was supposed to sleep, but my preggy cousin is supposed to find out her little home-wreckin' peanut's gender and asked me to secretly deliver flowers to her mom in either pink or blue, depending on the gender. I am hoping to do some maternity pictures within the next few weeks/months. Probably in May. If I get a new camera for my birthday, I will try to post some photos.
Yesterday I got a flat tire.
 Today I spent my tex check replacing my tires.
The best part of yesterday was the amazing photo my fiance texted me of the keys to our cabin. It's ours; all ours. We picked out paint colors and are going to paint as soon as we get a day off together. After he picked me up off the side of the road with my flat tire, he drove me out in the middle of nowhere to our pretty little house, and we dreamed. We dreamed about putting the lemon and limes wall vinyl in the kitchen, and painting the living room blue. We dreamed of me taking a bubble bath and him sitting on the side of the tub talking to me. We dreamed of building our bed from Ikea and seeing the lamps on the nightstands. I won't tell you what else we dreamed about.