This afternoon, while tugging the top of my tank top, my hand slipped and I whacked myself in the face. Hurt like the dickens. Was also very, very funny. Because all I could think of was this:
That, my friends, is about the level of sophistication you can expect from me.
*sigh*
3.01.2011
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"So keep fightin' for freedom and justice, beloveds, but don't you forget to have fun doin' it. Lord, let your laughter ring forth. Be outrageous, ridicule the fraidy-cats, rejoice in all the oddities that freedom can produce. And when you get through kickin' ass and celebratin' the sheer joy of a good fight, be sure to tell those who come after how much fun it was."
-Saint Molly Ivins
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black eye? chagrin is a cool word.
ReplyDeleteNo black eye, but I was afraid I'd bloodied my lip.
ReplyDeleteAnd it's a very fun word.