Crispy Days Ahead

Oh snap, crackle, and pop.

Sister Claire now knows my blog address. As do the fine, well-nourished folks at the SAS Institute. (Boosting the site meter hits from 0 to 2, I do believe) Good thing I never share anything embarrassing or incriminating... never.

Since I've spent most of my days of late cursing at both the quantitative and verbal reading comp sections of the GRE (I still don't understand. I am perfectly literate, why are those sections so stupid?) and then twiddling my thumbs in front of the TV instead of doing anything about my GRE scores, I don't have very many stories to share. Except that it only takes my dad 5 minutes to wash his hair in the sink, dry off, then change. He's not a speedy man, he just doesn't have a lot of hair.

Oh, and yesterday, after much running and panting to catch the T, I settled into my seat only to discover that there were not one but two pregnant women standing in front of me. What were the chances that there two women, both bearing child, traveling separately, on the same train, and both standing in front of me? This is why I avoid eye contact on the train.