I just opened the wrong end of some girl scout cookies.  You know, the end of the box that spells out in no uncertain terms, “open the other end that is designed for opening, and not this firmly glued, clearly marked, difficult to open end, you idiot.” Also, yesterday while flossing I cut my lip.  With the floss.  I only started flossing again two days ago, spurred to a burst of good behavior by Nick scheduling a dental appointment. . .for himself.  But hey, maybe the dentist will know that I’m not flossing and then he’ll judge me!

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