October 08, 2004
Bat, Bee, Caterpillar, Fish
So I arrive at work this morning. The sun is almost up. The caffeine is starting to take affect. And in a rare moment of complete awareness, I look down to notice that I have what appears to be guacamole on my khaki pants.
(I'm assuming it's guacamole because I don't want to think about what else might be that color.)
Trouble is, I can't remember when was the last time I had guacamole. So the real question isn't -- when did I get guacamole on my pants? No, no. The real question is -- how many times have I worn these pants since getting guacamole on them?
But at least I sound much sexier singing "Baby, One More Time" than Britney does.
And on that note, I'm off to the northwoods. I'm sure I'll have many experiences to relate when I get back, and by then, maybe I'll finally be ready to laugh about them. Last time, R got bat pee in his eye, PJ had a bee fly up her shorts, Egrau had a caterpillar fall into her bra, and I had a fish nibble my butt. And as God is my witness, it's all true, and it all happened in four days.
Until the 18th, my darlings!