some things.
It's a good thing I work in a cave with little or no human interaction because I am looking pretty freakin' rough today. I've got bike grease all over my ass and I've been eating blueberry pancakes with my hands and then wiping my hands on my shorts. Also, there is unidentified food matter all down the front of my sweatshirt. And I have about 15 zits right next to each other on one of my cheeks because I sleep with my greasy-ass shoulder smashed into my face.
Also, for a while I was walking around with a bacon-shaped band-aid jutting out of the heel of my shoe.
And another thing: yesterday I came home from work and took what I thought was a bloody poop and got kind of anxious about it and was getting ready to WebMD that shit but then Dan came home and reminded me that we all ate a ton of beets the night before. (Because yes, I did indeed bombard Dan with the details of my most recent bowel movement the second he walked in the door. There is no such thing as TMI in our household. Or on the internet, apparently.)
Today I think I will come home with a pair of roller skates and then break my ankle before yoga class. Or maybe a polaroid camera instead.
Also, for a while I was walking around with a bacon-shaped band-aid jutting out of the heel of my shoe.
And another thing: yesterday I came home from work and took what I thought was a bloody poop and got kind of anxious about it and was getting ready to WebMD that shit but then Dan came home and reminded me that we all ate a ton of beets the night before. (Because yes, I did indeed bombard Dan with the details of my most recent bowel movement the second he walked in the door. There is no such thing as TMI in our household. Or on the internet, apparently.)
Today I think I will come home with a pair of roller skates and then break my ankle before yoga class. Or maybe a polaroid camera instead.