Someone in MA tried to organize a Sock Hunting party and left the wrong number for at least 4 people. My number. I don’t even know what sock hunting is. Sockeye fishing I could understand. Otherwise sock hunting is what I do in the morning sometimes when we haven’t folded the laundry yet. We’re not on East Coast time so my “wrong numbers” were a bit testy this morning.
We’re trying to get DC to stop saying, “I KNOW THAT” as a response to pretty much everything. Right now we’re trying to get hir to replace it with, “Yes” or “That’s right.” I almost wish we could go back to plain old, “Why?” (Update: Maybe I should take that back about the “Why”… how can a preschooler get me into a deep philosophical discussion with just that one word?)
My state tax refund is $666. I knew this place was evil.
DC: Molecules are like the government. Me: How are molecules like the government? DC: Molecules make everything. Me: Yes. DC: Molecules make roads. And the government makes roads. Me: I never thought of it that way. I suppose you’re right.
I became a professor so I wouldn’t have to wear make-up! Having to wear make-up reminds me of why I became a professor. My eyes are burning and my face itches. #2 thinks #1 needs to wear higher-quality makeup next time, the hypoallergenic kind. #1 says, at how much it cost I sure hope it was high quality. But chemicals and I don’t get along… remember that I can only use 3 kinds of soap (Dove, Purpose, and some other kind) #2 says, you still got the wrong kind. Remember I have the word’s most sensitive skin, too.