I have a dream.

The other night I had a dream that I, along with Amy and Heather, rejoined my children's choir. However, we were all in my CHum class that I am currently sitting in which meets from 3-4.20 on the same day as rehearsal (in real life my class goes from 4-5.20. Oh well). So we had to alternate between missing class every other week and missing choir. I can't tell you how stressful it was.

"You look like Satan!"

Thanks, brother-in-law Andy.

All right then

In response to Austin's comment on my previous post, here is said joke:

Q: What's the opposite of George Strait?
A: George Michael

It was funny at the time.

The worst

It's the worst thing to make up a really funny joke on the way to school, and laugh at it all day, only to realize, several hours later, that it really wasn't funny at all.

Who wouldn't?

I would like someone to rig up a video camera inside a dishwasher while it's running, so I can see just what's going on in there.

Wouldn't you?

Thank you, WebMd

I think it's a boil!

I suddenly feel less remarkable.

It's happened

The day I dreaded arrived: at work a man asked me, surreptitiously, if we sold any edible products such as lotions and oils.

I stood there staring at him for a minute before I could say, "Uh, no, we have nothing edible."

"Oh OK, so it just smells good?" he asked.

"Yeah. I wouldn't recommend eating any of our products."

Shudder.