B'MORE CAREFUL CELEBRATES 100 POSTS (Not counting the ones I deleted due to not wanting to freak out new boyfriends) YAY!

Well, nothing much to report in this, my 100th post EVER. Boris and I went salsa dancing last weekend, and I drank three gin and tonics which were like 97% gin and 3% tonic, and I got so utterly sloshed that we had to bunk at Boris's b/c my head was spinning way too vigorously for the 20 minute drive to the Petard pad. We had to put my contacts in Boris's Greek-made scotch glasses, of which he is inordinately fond. He labeled the glasses L and R, and the next morning, he hermetically sealed them with Reynold's wrap and duct tape. I'm not sure why I find this utterly endearing, but I do.

Men and duct tape = endearing.

SWD this is for you:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VGyCMN8F_dQ

Here is Boris' life work. Comments appreciated.

So...I think I'm cursed. The evidence is as follows:

• My mother falls down the stairs.
• I hydroplaned into the back of a BMW.
• My car takes 3 weeks to fix.
• On the day my car is fixed, I get into ANOTHER accident with my father's car. A woman made a left turn into my car. (I had right-of-way.)
• I've just gotten rid of my first ever *CENSORED* infection.
• My Netflix selections have sucked for weeks now. (The Monarch of the Glenn [a BBC miniseries], After Innocence, Eraserhead)

Okay, the last one was more of a "complaint" than an indication of divine retribution. " " Love them.

P.S. Boris is delighted when he sees small bunny rabbits as he walks home. Hee hee.

SCHOOL'S OUT
SCHOOL'S OUT
TEACHER LET THE MULES OUT!!!

Well, dear readers, we've nearly reached the end of another year at IPU, and summer approaches. Last year was "The Summer of Yes" wherein I said yes to new experience and adventure, which as I recall, generally took the form of another shot 'o Apfelcorn. I am now taking suggestions for this summer, "The Summer of ________".

No fair saying "Of The Swan" or "Our Discontent." Those jokes have been taken. By me. Just now.

Let 'er rip.

P.S. I heart Boris.

Hey, there! Take my quiz. (Good times, C1150.)

First thing: what's a BMC, Chompers? Whatever it is, I guess it's not quite as good as a BLT. Those are delicious!

Well, I've not been feeling bloggy because I've been experiencing a run of BAD THINGS COME IN THREES.

First, Mama Petard tumbled down the stairs. Then, I hydroplaned into the back of a BMW. Finally, I ***CENSORED***

So...not feeling bloggy. Plus, my loyal readership has been less than commenty.

As for all the news fit for print:

Boris and I went to Amish Country this past weekend, and visited Intercourse. Snicker, snicker. Never gets old.

And...that's it.