Tonight I was talking to Thomas when I suddenly realized that it's December 4th, and on December 4th, 1988, I had my tonsils out.
I said, "Hey! I had my tonsils out--" and then I paused (for probably longer than an elementary school teacher should have to) to figure out how many years it had been.
Thomas looked at me with amusement and repeated, "Hey! I had my tonsils out!" And I realized it sounded to him as if I were relating some startling revelation.
I've been giggling ever since.
For those who have been kind enough to comment, I'm working on the gray in the background. Hopefully by the end of the week it will be kinder to the eyes, or else I'll give up in disgust and we'll all go blind. Whoot!
I was generally disappointed in the Heroes finale last night, for many of the same lazy, sloppy reasons I've been complaining about. I mean, come on now. Why couldn't Peter have just read Adam's mind? And he had like, 8 different ways to get through that door at the end, not the least of which would have been to phase through it, as he and Adam did to get out of the prison.
Because I am such a Potter-head, I kept thinking, "But Peter is a superb Legilimens!"
Dork, dork, dorkitude.
2 comments:
I love that Potter reference :) I was walking through town one day, and happened to be walking behind a little girl with a wand, being dragged along by her Mum.
She was pointing the wand into shop windows, and very carefully and deliberately saying "Winguardia Leviosa!"
I am going to try to forgive Heroes.
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