Do you think anyone ever actually used the word "grody?" When I was a kid, the word was used when imitating a valley girl, but I don't think I ever heard anyone use the word in seriousness.
The child bride has a sort of "mad woman" trait that she picks up from her mother. Occasionally she will burst into a flurry of frustration-induced activity and attack the source of the frustration with the sort of vigor one would expect in a Disney cartoon.
This morning she found ants crawling near her bed stand. After squealing for several minutes -- "Where are these ants COMING FROM?!" -- she decided to attack them with the vacuum cleaner. She vacuumed for about 15 minutes, the whole time yelling obscenities at the ants. Needless to say, the ants were back a few hours later.
Note to dumb asses on motorcycles: If you're kind of stupid and don't know how to ride your bike properly, you are no longer allowed to ride anywhere where my wife can see you.
Tuesday night, Rachel and I were out enjoying the evening and a guy dropped his bike right in front of us. He had been leaning into a curve as if he were in Superbike, hit gravel and got to enjoy sliding across the pavement. Apart from his pride and some minor road rash, he wasn't hurt (which emphasizes the stupidity of his leaning on the curve -- he couldn't have been going more than 20 mph). He got back up right away and hopped back on his bike.
As he sat there trying to restart his bike so he could escape the scene of his shame, Rachel said: "That's why you can't own a motorcycle."
Bastard. From now on, only the safest of motorcycle riders are allowed to be within eyesight of my wife. And once they are stopped, they are not allowed to ever talk about speed or crazy drivers they have to contend with. They are only allowed to talk about how much money they save on gas and their ease in finding a place to park.
Subject line of a spam e-mail I received today: "Eat not to dullness, drink not to elevation." I'm not sure what that means, but it sure sounds profound.
You know, for a guy who doesn't have a job (how many more times can I mention this fact? I must point it out every 15 minutes), I haven't been drinking to elevation. Very strangely, I have become Action Guy. Tuesday I biked about 15 miles, today I biked about 10 miles and kayaked around a lake.
I mentioned that Blogger is ass, didn't I? Because they are.