The Bare Minimum

Just like boxers,

this is going to be brief.

School: More specifically Anatomy (like always?)

Just finishing our Mouse disection project. First ones to complete the entire task. Poster reads: "RIP Jerry the Mouse. Cause of Death: Tragic Car Accident. Moral of the Story: Don't let mice drive." Staley took one look and laughed "Of course not, they can't look over the steering wheel."

Work: More specifically the best parts.

Hilarious Emails with Charlie:

C: What did Jennifer say?

R: About what? The earband??

C: NO, what this whole email chain was about.

R: Harsh. You cut deep sometimes.

C: Milk Duds heal all wounds.

R: Its very true…

C: It’s too bad none are left in this building

R: Another blow. Wow…you’re impossible.

C: I get on these rolls.  You just happen to be in the way of the rolling.

R: I am a victim here. Just an innocent victim.

C: Incorrect.  The rolling starts by someone who pushes.  You pushed.

R: Pushed? I have done NO such thing! When have I ever pushed?

C: Your right… My bad.

R: Exactly, you’re both the pusher and the roller.

C: Your right… My bad.

R: If you say that one more time...

C: Your right…thumbs down ACEMAN for rework. 

In the end, I got a box of Milk Duds :)

Darla cried today. While telling me how proud my parents must be of me. She makes me feel like a million bucks. Whoo.

Home: Only the silliest moments.

After telling mom about all my adventures, she stops. Doesn't comment on anything. And goes "So I have a picture of me for Easton." All that came afterwards was some SERIOUS laughter and questionable looks. Kudos to my awesomely cool parents.

And yes, I know. My post looks awkward. But thats what copy paste will do to you.