Tuesday, January 23, 2007


Can someone explain to me how, after eating toast, with the toast in front of me, I can end up with crumbs on my shoulder?

I swear I wasn’t eating it so fast and furious that crumbs were flying EVERYWHERE, which, by definition, would include my shoulder.

My current hypothesis: kitchen gnomes.

FYI: a real honest-to-goodness post is brewing in my head but I am either a) too lazy, b) too tired, c) watching a video on how to properly treat lab animals or d) watching TV, and can’t be bothered to actually type it up. Maybe tomorrow I’ll have some motivation.


Blogger dressagemom said...

Ugh, are you going to have to slice and dice mice while you're there? Nasty. You have my sympathy.

8:55 AM  
Blogger Lil Kate said...

Actually, probably not. My boss hasn't made any plans for me to be slicing and dicing - but just wants me "to have access to the animal facility." Lord knows what for. Here's hoping he doesn't come up with a reason.

5:23 PM  

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