Bodies, Bodies Everywhere!
I’ve had a busy few days. Fall is kicking my ass. There are just too many things to do. I’m exhausted. I can’t even think of a good comment for all the lovely posts you’ve written. I’m pathetic.
I don’t suppose it helps that it feels like August around here. Fall activities are meant to be done in cooler weather. That’s why you do them in the Fall not the Summer. Have you ever been on a hayride in humid 90-degree weather with dust from the overly dry road in your face? Not fun. So, I’m pathetic and not having any fun.
We have finished up the bedroom and bathroom. That’s a plus. Now we have the closets to finish and we need to put the new floor in our old bedroom. Everything is still a mess around here because I have no closets and it’s still driving me crazy. That means I’m pathetic, crazy, and not having any fun.
Yesterday we finally made it to Bodies The Exhibition in Rosslyn. I was worried the girls wouldn’t like it. They both enjoyed it. The oldest got a little grossed out with the skin display and the youngest didn’t like the spinal cord but everything else fascinated them. It was very well done and I’m happy we decided to go. The problem is, last night I dreamed that the circulatory system was spun sugar candy and I was gobbling up one of the displays. I think that makes me psychopath.
Therefor, I’m a pathetic, crazy, psycho that is not having any fun. Leave a comment if you dare. I’ll get back to you. Oh yes I will.
*Cue maniacal laughter*
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I have had over 8 years experience in the field of psychiatry and I can tell you without any question of a doubt that you are not a psychopath. You are in actual fact a sociopath. hope that clears things up for you
(I have had over eight years in the field of psychiatry but when I typed it just then the spell check came up and told me I’d spelt it wrong. That is a damn fine indication of my actual qualifications right there)
I can’t wait to tell my mom that I’ve been officially diagnosed as a sociopath!
I think we should discuss my diagnosis. Stop by. I’ll fix you dinner. Bring some of that chutney. I hear it tastes very good on english meh..umm.. muffins.
I’m sorry to hear that you are a psychotic sociopath, but your story about the hot, humid and dusty hayride made me remember the time I tried to explain what a hayride was to my Korean husband and this 1. is in no way related to your post & 2. will probably not be funny in the retelling, but indulge me. So I said to him, “A hayride is when you put hay in a wagon and you sit on top of the hay and you drive around,” to which my husband replied, “That’s it?” Doesn’t look like I’ll be going on any hayrides anytime too soon, but it’s all good because it’s rainy here which would be nearly as miserable as hot & dusty.
I thought your story was funny. I can’t think of single way to explain it that would make it any more appealing either!