Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Mission Control

I missed my early bus home by about thirty seconds this afternoon. Because it was early. This turned out to be lucky because five minutes later I was doing a butt-clenching sprint towards a bathroom to let my ass explode into a toilet.

I don't really believe in fate. I do, however, think it is entirely possible that my digestive tract controls the transit system in Seattle.

1 comment:

Chanandaler said...

Yeah, I am really not feeling much pain from MIL being gone. I mean, I appreciated everything she did for me but good lord, I was ready to not have her around. It's best this way. heh.