I’m pretty sure that at this time last week, I was at Parker’s with the hubby eating creme brulee. This week, I’m staring at my computer shortly after looking at stuff on MySpace. This Wednesday would get solidly trounced if it were in a “Cool” competition with last Wednesday.

I just got back from a new Theo. class called “Storytelling, the Gospel, and Culture.” We’re gonna learn to tell stories, cuz post-moderns would rather hear stories than theological treatises. Come to think of it, so would I.

So far, I’ve had a handful of cashews for dinner, and that’s not gonna cut it.

Going to Turlock this weekend with the family. Sorry. You can’t go. Both cars are full.

When we get back from Turlock, I begin going to Internship interviews, which should be about as much fun as getting dental work done without anesthesia. I’ll let you know how it goes.

I’d write something else–something funny even–but I’m too hungry and too golldarn annoyed by my neighbor’s barking behemoth of a rottweiler. I think I’ll get a nice big racing thoroughbred to keep on the porch of my condo. It’ll have plenty of space and I’m sure it won’t be an inconvenience to any of my neighbors. Gosh, its not like we have to live close to one another.

One more tidbit, this one from new year’s eve at our place.

Someone: Would you rather tell a celebrity that their fly is down, or would you rather have a celebrity tell you that your fly is down?

Raymond: I’d rather tell a celebrity that my fly is down.

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