Post Two. . .in which I digress, sort of

Okay. . .after my brain tiredness of the day, I decide to do some blog surfing. I normally stick to my regular rounds. . .but on someone's comments I saw "Faster than Kudzu" as a link. Well, the name caught my fancy, so I headed on over and found something that made me read more, and led me on a nice little walk down "you and weird 6th grader dude ain't got it so bad."

Go here, here, here, and then here to see why you just THOUGHT your day wasn't so hot. Of course. . .I'm sure this gal would say hers could have been worse too. So if something really tragic has happened to you, then this is small potatoes. But if you dropped a new jar of pickles in the floor and glass and pickle corpses and pickle juice flew all into a freshly laundered basket of lace underthings (dropping the new jar of pickles=non-fiction, lace underthings=hypothetical. . .I wear cotton), or if your husband came home in a foul mood and one of the children threw up and you bounced a check, then this should make you feel better.