I was all set to whine about having a cold on my birthday (that's today, I'm 25, yay me), but then I realized there are worse things you can have on your birthday. So here's a toast to the common cold: Long may you clog our noses and rasp our throats, for in that minor inconvenience lies the proof that we're still kickin'. Salud.
Friday, September 19, 2008
Tuesday, September 02, 2008
Three statements with perfectly innocent explanations that make my Labor Day weekend sound more exciting than it actually was:
- Never underestimate the power of a new haircut.
- Sun-dried tomatoes are really, really expensive.
- Tetanus shots hurt like a mother the next day.
Okay, so that last one sounds exciting. The others, maybe not so much. Long story short: I was helping my parents clean out their shed and I scraped my arm on a janky old saw. Barely broke the skin, but I'm not taking chances. There. My boring weekend. Woo!