I'd like to thank Shelle for the wonderful surprise party she threw for me in her comment box, and also for dragging my good name through the mud.
They say what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, but realistically speaking, (realistic being my native language) what doesn't kill you usually cripples you for life.
Isn't it ironic that what takes a lifetime to build can be destroyed faster than your friends can yell, SURPRISE! (Someone should hold that thought then send it to Alanis Morissette.)
But no worries, Shelle. And no hard feelings (or caramacs). It's all good.
And just to prove I'm cool with it I'm going to write a Don't You Hate it When post, even though it's not Monday and that contest . . . let's just say, been there, done that.
So if I can have your undivided attention, please:
Don't you hate it when you order the new Panormous pizza from Pizza Hut for your class party, but when you go to pick it up they haven't even started baking it yet because they DON'T KNOW HOW. No one ever taught them. So you're like Uhhhhhhh . . . can you deliver it to my classroom because I gotta bolt. And they're like . . . Uhhhhhhh . . . I guess so.
But by the time you finish paying for the pizza plus their training to learn how to make the pizza, you've got 2 minutes to get to class.
You dash to campus and, thank gosh almighty, there's one parking space left just outside your classroom, but it's a tight squeeze because BYU-H put the stalls on the Atkins diet and they each lost at least 24 inches.
Do you take the spot and barely make it to class or do you park a few blocks away and hoof it in the rain?
You take the risk and you squeeze you're sleek little Mormon mini-van in between two oversized gaz guzzlers. It's a perfect fit. Only when you open your door, you can't get out. You simply can't. Even when you suck in your gut and squeeze. It just won't happen. But you try. And you try. In true desperado style you try.
It doesn't take a genius to realize this may be a vasaline moment.
Finally you wiggle and wedge your way back into the car and hike up your skirt (a little more) and swing your legs across the passenger seat and over the bags of soda and paper cups and the coolor of ice and the mound of freshly graded research papers. Within minutes you are free.
But you are late.
Then SUDDENLY, just as you are filling your arms with bags and coolers and research papers, you see your class out of the corner of your eye. Their faces are pressed to the large naked windows overlooking the parking lot.
Is that smiles on their faces?
Nope. Nope it's not smiles. It's capital LOL's.
They are capital ROTFLingOL at you.
Yea, I hate it when that happens!