I've taken to hiding little sugar packets around the house as a way of cheering up my future self. The way I figure it, sometime next February, while I'm fighting a losing battle scrubbing carpet stains or feverishly highlighting every other line in my encyclopedias to render them unsellable on the black market and thus immune to theft, I might need a little pick me up. I hide these little sugar packets everywhere. Taped under tables, stashed under cushions, secured in sandwich bags floating in the toilet tanks. And since I never have company there won't be any awkward questions and any awkward explanations followed by any awkward requests that they leave abruptly, no matter their larger travel plans. When I'm feeling blue, I'll place the entire packet into my mouth - opening it risks...
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Why aren't the Frisbee Sciences taken seriously?
It's 2011.
Where's everyone going?!
Finally got the decorative plate wall shelves installed inside the van. I had to special order the arm anchors from Taiwan as the van doesn't have stud equivalents. But they're up now, each one lined with no-slip rubber lining pads. I will use a combination of those and special magnets to hold the plates upright during sharp turns.
As for plate order, I've got it down to this:
Kitty Plate, Doggie Plate, Kitty Plate, Doggie Plate, Kitty Plate, Disney Plate, Doggie Plate, Sad Clown Plate, Kitty Plate, Doggie Plate, Kitty Plate, Ronald Reagan Age 24 Plate, Kitty Plate, Ronald Reagan Age 45 Plate, Disney Plate, Doggie Plate, Kitty Plate, Kitty Plate.
Then on the passenger side...
Those eskimos I mentioned yesterday? They bite.
There's a medium-sized population of Eskimos living under my desk.
Coordinated and Announced by the Right Rev. Super Value Meal.
Be sure to try one of the deep-fried Pounds of Flour in the Sit and Hold Tent on Saturday.
That's Professor Quality Leather Goods, thank you!