Woohoo! I love good days!

I look totally awesome right now. I just cleaned my car--literally--for 2+ hours straight. I vaccumed it, cleaned/polished the inside, (even INSIDE the doors...like the gross greasy parts,) and finally washed the outside. It doesn't sound like a lot, but it was.
I broke a major sweat and I even have grease swipes on my arm. It makes me feel sexy, you know. Reor.
Then the mail lady drove up to hand me the mail, asking me about my life in a nutshell right now. Her daughter just got back from China and is about to head to England, so I decided she was probably open-minded enough to accept my Peace Corps life with enthusiasm. She was absolutely kind, and said to have an extra eye, because no matter how good of deeds we try to do, people are always eyeing Americans. So she asked me to be careful and then said "God will be with you, sweetie!" She was nice. I love meeting kind strangers. It makes me happy.
I also had a good time with my grandma today. I've been doing a lot of stuff around the house for her--I mean she's 90...holy cow--and so she pays me just to do little odd jobs. Then we ate lunch together and she asked a lot of questions about Tonga and what I'd do, etc. Then she said something really funny--she and my mom both do it ALL the time. Like when a bad word is appropriate, they both say "sht" like that or "sssst" and it's kind of a fill-in minus the vowel. It's hilarious. So I told her a story about when Mom said shit when she and Dad were having a playful argument-- seriously, it was hilarious--and Mema laughed so hard she was wiping tears.
It was nice--I like when Mema laughs and tells stories. It's fun. It's always been hard to bond with her because she's always been so much older; plus she always tried to talk me out of playing ball and talk me into taking piano lessons even after I quit. But now she's become a lot more accepting of me. Or maybe I've become more accepting of her.
As of now, the countdown is 17 days. Isn't that crazy? I don't feel crunched for time or uber stressed. Maybe my subconscious does because my face is breaking out again and my fingernails are bloody and down to the nubs. Oh well. I'm happy.