I really don't like the way my luck is going. In fact, I don't even believe in luck. Luck is an overrated fallacy that irks me. I can't believe there are people out there who base their life on this superstitious bull.
Anyway, today I got sprayed in the eye with perfume. That's right, perfume. Not the righteous and manly scent of cologne, but perfume. I was bringing Kevin to the bathroom to wash his hands and face after snack, when Sasha came up to me with an innocent smile and her hands behind her back. "Close your eyes!", she giggled. I, of course, not being able to resist a child's charm and sense of fun, closed my eyes and waited trustingly. Suddenly, I had a premonition to open my eyes, and that's when I saw the bottle of perfume and heard a little "Chht!" from it's cap.
"Argh!" came the angry and unbidden cry as I felt my eyes sting and cloud. I was able to forgive her for her bad taste in practical jokes, but did she really think that she was doing me a favor? I've got better ways to clean my glasses.
Another thing I can't understand is when people insist on saying "Me and (insert name here)" instead of "(insert name here) and I", the latter being the proper way to refer to oneself and others. When people use improper grammar, pisses me off, it does. An anal grammar and spelling freak, I may be, yes, but more savvy am I.
Did anyone watch the STEM concert clips on Wordstockrocks.com? Did anyone notice that Steve doesn't sound the same (funky) live as he does in his albums? Bah, blame the mixing or Canada. Either one. I'm going to bed.
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