Things have not quite gone from bad to worse. It’s not worse, it’s just weird. I sat down to write something for me for the first time in days. (Well, the first non school related writing that I have done since I wrote Grampa Tom’s Eulogy.) And I noticed that my mom’s Bing history said that her last two searches were ” Invisible Socks” and “Sentence using Inexorable.” (Oh, stop, I didn’t snoop, it was right up there with the MSN news feed.
Anyone I thought that was hilarious, because I was just imagining what could possibly have necessitated searches for those two very specific things, and then Mac called me and asked if I wanted to make some extra money. (Sometimes the catering company she works for needs extra waitstaff. I do not like people in general, and she knows that.) They needed help in the kitchen making Penguins out of Olives and cream cheese. That set me off again, because now I’m picturing God in Heaven’s kitchen trying to make flightless waterfowl out of the appetizers.
I went, because how do you turn down an offer like that?
Then Mac made me eat biscuit casserole. It sounds terrible, but it had bacon. I might actually make it through the semester.
Ann: a story of the small 