I spent a good deal of last night holding back my snicker at a dreamcatcher tattoo while someone talked. That damn Pope made me lose all of it at once when she cracked wise. It's a good thing, too. That way I had nothing left when we sat in the diner. A Weird Al comment about Living with a Hernia almost resulted in an unfortunate death. (I use the word "unfortunate" purely out of a kind of faux compassion that will hopefully grant leniency if such an event were ever to occur, of course.) (Note to self: remember to edit this prior to arrest(s).) I got a funny look and a long count from the toll booth comming home. Maybe he expected me to turn Don't Fear the Reaper down prior to recieving my two dollars, but damn The Man, some songs just can't be turned down. Ever.
Mmm.. my ankle just did the thing where all of the little bones adjust in sequence when I reached up to grab a plate. This is possibly the highlight of my day, and not in that lame day way either. It really feels super-fine but I can never force it or know when it might happen.
Because it matches the spirit of the day(s)... Lightningbolt!!!@