It's all fun and games until somebody stubs a toe! And this was on the way to stats class, where I stubbed my brain on the concept of n-1. I'm not sure which hurts more.
It is a gray, rainy Thursday here in the land of professional sports teams that suck but are just so darn cute (I'm talking to you, Ackley). My neighbors continue uninterrupted in their oblivion. I'm actually starting to wonder if they even know that they have a neighbor. Or, as a friend pointed out, they might just not be as quiet and considerate as I am. A well-honed skill developed after a decade of roommates. Several of you can attest to my less-considerate moments (you know who you are, and I am sorry), but I think I'm entering that phase of my life where I'm going to look up knitting patterns on the internet while you young'uns turn your music up really loud.
And in a brilliant "thanks, mom, for reminding me how old and unsuccessful at relationships I am" moment, my dear mother left a message about how she saw my ex at the pancake restaurant with a "beautiful woman and a shiny wedding band on his finger." Um, mom, he was an asshole, remember? But thanks for the reminder that assholes can get married and I cannot. Cheers.
So I'm off to do some reading. Thanks to the reader that chimed in with the costume suggestion of the Pioneer Mother. I think that depending on the weather, I will reprise my kentucky derby outfit and make Mary dress like Richard Gere, or I will wear my coveralls and ask people if they want me to look under their hood. Oh man, I just creeped myself out!
Sorry you stubbed your toe. I think its karma for making us look at this disgusting picture of barf. P.S. Trying to steal your own car at 7am is far from considerate, old balls. Miss you, Flonase.
ReplyDeleteAlmost ten days and no new post......it's not like you're busy growing your brain or anything! C'mon!
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