My Most Boring Entry Ever

Well, I thought I should keep the people updated, in case you wondering how my sinuses are doing...They are sucking. I have been moderately sick since Saturday night. Not sick enough to stay home, but sick enough to be miserable at work.

I am sad because my friend SwD is going through a rough patch due to men sucking. Men suck even harder than my sinuses.

(That's what she said.)

Dr. Y, I did get toe-up from the flo-up with my lady friends. This past weekend, I went to visit my dear friend S and her new husband in southern Maryland. They are perhaps the only couple in the world that makes me happy to be with them, and not naseaus or jealous or vaguely dubious as to whether or not a beard-type situation is occuring.

Finally, in rabbit-related news...okay there is no rabbit-related news. He continues to poop. I continue to clean it. The world spins 'round its axis.

Ta da. Most boring entry ever.

Well, I had a DATE last night. Broke the streak. And it was very nice.

The following things did NOT happen:
1. He did not suck on my fingers over the platter of baba ganoush.
2. He did not make a hat out of his napkin and say, "Guess who I am?...Aunt Jemima!"
3. He did not have his dead cats' cremains on top of his television. (Actually, I didn't go home with him, so he MIGHT, but he seems more the dog type.)
4. He did not pretend to arrest me in order to cop a feel. (pun intended)
5. He did not go to the bathroom when the check came.

He DID pay for dinner, walk me to my car, and haul my ass off the sidewalk when the high heeled boots I was fool enough to wear turned treacherous.

So, all around, not an unpleasant way to spend a Friday evening.

Tonight, the gals and I are getting pickled. A not unpleasant way to spend a Saturday evening.

Today, the international play adolescents and I were reading "The Tortoise and the Hare," which of course led to a discussion of superiority, as the hare proclaimed himself to be the most superior of animals.

So I asked the class, "What is it that makes Man superior, above all other animals?"

And one of my dear boys let out an excited squeal. "I know! 'Cause we've got hair!"

I rolled my eyes at my co-teacher. And she said, "That's not right. What about bald people?"

The answer I was going for was "intelligence."

The answer my dear student was answering was "What makes Man a mammal?"

Yup.

Well, Dr. Chompers, I have been FIGHTING THE MAN, and attending a ridiculous number of civic meetings. In other words, I've watched so many people talk out of their butts, I'm becoming able to read flapping cheeks like Helen Keller read lips.

Also...I am thinking about maybe...possibly...probably not but one never knows...going to get coffee or a beer with a paramedic/firefighter.

He's 40, which is pretty old, but hey...I went to a community council meeting and a legislative breakfast this week, and so I can attest that old and boring ain't catching.

What is going on with you, dear readership? Treading in the steps of Jesus? Looking for a new job? Poking oysters in the name 'o science?