Flag. Tank. Bomb. Fail.

We took our quiz last night, and OMG, it was bad. It was so bad I was ready to throw something, anything, just to relieve the frustration. It was so bad that my overall class grade dropped four freakin’ percentage points. It was so bad that I need a new word for “flunk.”

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The news is just full of P

We took our weekly quiz tonight and decided to relax by reading some news on the internet. I read about the floods, and that Jamie Lynn Spears has apparently given birth to a girl (really, is that news? I think not), and that the Cubbies were swept by the Rays. I read about a multitude of interesting topics, but two of them really make me shake my head and ask, “WTF?”

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Involuntary southpaw

About a month ago, I developed some pain in my right wrist. Being the idiot that I am, I ignored it and figured it would eventually go away. I painted my darkroom primarily with my left hand, and started using it for things like opening doors and beer bottles (you know, the important stuff).

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Toot toot!

We’ve had some roof issues here at the spa lately, which isn’t good given all the rain this spring. Every time it rains we’ve got estheticians and massage therapists popping into all the administrative offices, “Ummmmm, my ceiling is leaking? And it’s dripping on my client? And I don’t really know what to doooo?”

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If a million trees fall in my yard…

The pin oaks in our front yard went to town last fall with producing acorns. There were a freakin’ ton out there. M picked up a lot, but there was only one of him and about a gajillion squirrels burying them faster than he could collect them. He fought a good fight, but in the end, the squirrels (and the acorns) won.

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