Hold back–it’s about to get wild up in here.
Last night, I fell asleep while watching a Ken Burns documentary. In my sweatpants. On the couch. At 8:30.
So by my best recollection, the Civil War was started in 1861 by the fact that I had one English class that I had forgotten I had registered for in the last year of grad school and never attended and thus failed and thus I had to go back and retake The Big Exam That People Who Do What I Do Have To Pass.
I assure you, starting a teensy skirmish at Harper’s Ferry is a perfectly reasonable response to that realization.
(Seriously, I cannot be the only thirtysomething that still has the “forgot about that class” nightmare, right?) (Three years after grad school.)
And today, it’s sunny outside and warmish, and so I’m going to go outside and take care of some mineral buildup on the walls in the back yard. And then I’m going to come inside and take care of a few hard water stains and make a pot of potato soup.
And to totally blow your mind, I’m gonna do laundry. And try and remain awake thru that Ken Burns documentary.
But at least my life is more fast paced than Scout The Ranch Cat/Trained Killer’s.
PS-No, I don’t think I’m going to ask her to help with the laundry, because she doesn’t fold the towels right.