Dispatches from a go-gettin journalist. Because not all Army wives live behind the lines...

Sunday, August 14, 2011

Stir Crazy

I'm convinced there's no such thing as a lazy Sunday. At least not in this Super household.

Lately all we've been able to look at is this:

I thought after taking the GREs I'd never have to touch one of these ever again. And I didn't, for a while. Every assignment in grad school had me thinking outside the bubbles.

But now, we only think in bubbles. We own more #2 pencils than pens. And every question has multiple choices.

 It's yucky out today so that motivated us to hunker down and focus. But after being couped up for 5 hours in bubble land, we started to get stir crazy.

So stir crazy in fact that I walked in on Darcy's plant (that we're plant sitting), reading the paper in the bathroom. (Sorry Robert Palmer!)

Dear Apple, stop raining. We need out. Now.

1 comment:

  1. hahahaha Dude, that is ridonk, Robert Palmer. What's more ridonk is that I am reading this post from a gas station on the side of the road in middle of nowhere North Dakota that happens to have wi-fi. For reals.