I've got my evil mad scientist hat on today.
he he he
That's why I'm cackling.
he he he
(Does my evil mad scientist cackle need punctuation?)
he he he! he he he. he he he: he he he; he he he-- he he he . . . he he he?
(Am I even spelling my evil mad scientist laugh correctly? LoW spells it heh heh heh)
OMGOSH!!! It just hit me that I've been doing Lamaze breathing instead of mad scientist cackling!!!! You guys probably thought I was in labor, huh?
(Lamaze doesn't work, btw. I recommend the epidural!)
The reason I can't stop doing Lamaze/cackling is because yesterday I was totally in the right place at the right time. Don't you love it when that happens?
My rockstar brother and his groupie wife wanted to go to the PCC (Polynesian Cultural Center) so they dragged us all along.
Just as the canoe show began I noticed a paparazzi photo op floating down the river (insert evil mad scientist Lamaze cackle here)
Remember Raphael? My French student who thinks he can steal my heart away from Wolfgang?
Well apparently when he's not in my English class saying oui oui, he's at the PCC pushing canoes around.
I was incognito with my baseball cap and Jackie O. sunglasses so he had no idea I was snapping these photos.
heh heh heh.
I love tom-foolery and tom-sneakery.
So who wants to see Raphael looking like a man? Raise your hand.
Who wants to see Raphael looking like a woman?
The French are so darn versatile.
heh heh heh heh heh heh HEH heh heh HEH! I'm COL (cackling out loud).
Actually I'm ROTFCOL.
Wait! Did he just see me?