L'ete

Hey World,

I got accepted to that program in France. Katie, Caitlin told me that you didn't know where in France it was. It's in Paris, France.

So, World, do you know anyone who wants to give me five thousand dollars, and an extra grand to anyone who might want to come visit me?

Thanks, World, thanks.

In the vein of a recent post that I made to Fuzeit, I often get jingles stuck in my head. Frequently it's the Outback Steakhouse song. I've had a little trouble coming to terms with this, but I'm just going to admit it: I am a fan of that song. If it were not a jingle, I would listen to it all the time.

So guys, come on.....Let's go Outback tonight, life will still be there tomorrow....

Games

Kevyn beats me at every single board game we play together. It always ends up putting me in a rather foul mood. He often tries to cheer me up by saying such heartwarming things as "You're just not good at games of strategy... do you think so too?" Then he gives up trying to cheer me and falls asleep.

It was a banner evening.

Valentine's Day

After babysitting for five hours in wet shoes and socks, Dr. Fallis at the walk-in clinic told me that I had "a little bronchitis".

So I went home, settled myself in with the bottle of white grape juice that Lizz procured for me. Then Katie came over and we watched the first disc of "Pride and Prejudice".

Half of the people who will read this already know about this because they were there.

Anyway, I hope that both of your days were just as fun as mine... and plagued by fewer illnesses.

I can't sleep. I really want to be asleep, though.

Spoonerism of the Worst Kind

Last week, Kevyn called the common gynecological exam a Pap Shmear. I told him that "shmear" was a common term for cream cheese and that he should never confuse the two again.