Tissues laugh at my efforts to differentiate between them. I have the power to declare skeletal cardic, cardiac skeletal, and areolar cardiac. I use this power well...
Let us also take the time to remark upon my significantly painful and purpling index finger on my left hand. Let us be saddened over this finger's encounter with a particularly menacing garbage can today.
Let us then look down at my untied black combat boots and curse them under our breath. These boots have failed me. Today they allowed me to slip down six steps, the phone in my hand spinning out of control and dazedly landing against the wall as I slammed onto the floor, lying on my backpack. *insert expletive here* Tears came to my eyes and two concerned girls rushed over. I assured them it was only my pride that had been wounded, but I now have a protesting shoulder to match my wounded finger.
Am I clumsy or just accident-prone, we wonder? And we continue wondering.
Let us also now provide, for the reader's benefit, a significantly entertaining conversation from this morning.
- Girl: So I have to memorize all the names of the Greek goddesses and what they all do for Avodah Zarah class.
(droning in the background)
Chana: (swivels around) There's an Avodah Zarah class? Who teaches it? That sounds so cool! So you're learning all about the different types?
Girl: Actually, I meant English Literature.
*insert Chana's unforgiving expression*
Now, for all those of you who want a good read by an excellent friend of mine (I wonder if it's a compliment or an insult to her if I say she's more to the right than I am- I'll assume that for this gang, it's a compliment,) I direct you to Meanderations. Keep this one on your list, folks. It'll be worth it. I have decided.
Now, down to business. What are you dressing up as for Purim? Fun plans? Am I going to see you? (No, I'm not giving out where I'll be...)
Happy Purim, everyone!