Isn't that just the pure truth? There you are, meandering through your life doing your best to have a nice time and keep folks happy and then here come the damn monkeys - flinging offal and whatnot.
So, today was a good day. An Ice Cube good day, all but mama cookin' a breakfast with no hog. I dusted the house and noticed the difference. I did some of my day-job work and figured out the next chapter in my latest little story.
Then the monkeys showed up! ze Visigoth got home in a pretty good but semi-strange mood. I'd found some aquamarine men's tighty undershorts in my closet and i gave them to him. He said they weren't his.
Fast forward 20 minutes and he's asking who they belong to and suggesting names. Cue: Mortification. It wasn't funny any more and I coulda sworn I heard monkeys screeching in my ears.
Luckily, the day was saved by my new writing class. Hooray! I'm back in school. I'm probably jumping the gun just a little on the whole "going to school" thing if only because physically it's a difficult campus to get around and there isn't any drop-off access. So, I have to walk for 7 minutes. I'm two and one half weeks away from the last surgery, about 2 months from the latest really big surgery.
The payoff for my pain, though, is a cool class that is basically a lecture with exercises and an interesting instructor. So, yay for me, I was not carried off by the flying monkeys.
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