Here Is A Thought On A Friday

You know that thing where your team makes it to a bowl game and then loses it in the 4th quarter? And then that team makes it to the NCAA tournament aka March Madness and then loses in the second round? And then you cry and cry and your tears are green and gold? That thing? It’s called being a Baylor fan.

History Is Fun! (And Also Why I Can Never Go Back To Starbucks)

Not too long ago, I was at a Starbucks on a coffee run. Then this happened.

Cashier: Your total is $10.66

Me: 1066! The Norman invasion! Battle of Hastings!

Cashier: No.

Me: Actually, yes.

Cashier: Sorry, I meant I don’t care.

Me: Ok then.

So, I can’t ever go back to that Starbucks again. Not because I am ashamed, but because I can’t stand to be served coffee by someone who wasn’t remotely interested in my random and all too enthusiastic historical outbursts. There are just too many random dates/names/places/people floating around in my head for me not to occasionally (aka all the time) drop some history on unsuspecting persons. Also, don’t mention my name at the Quiznos by Lake Travis, I once got into a pretty heated argument about Anne Boleyn there.

Girl Scout Cookies

Regardless of the outcome of an encounter with a girl scout, I am left feeling good and guilty. If I buy cookies, I feel good because I made those little girls so happy and guilty because I am completely giving in to cookie temptation. If I don’t buy cookies, I feel good for resisting delicious sugary carbs and guilty because the looks on the girls faces when I say “No, thank you” makes me feel like I just ripped to shreds their favorite book. There is no winning during girl scout cookie season. Next year, I think I will just stay inside and hide until it’s all over and I can run errands without the emotional roller-coaster.

And now I feel sort of guilty for writing this post, so as a sign of goodwill, I will give all the girl scouts a good tip: If you see me next year and I say “no” to the cookies, maybe cry a little bit because then I will buy ALL your cookies and probably also start a college fund for you.

Stop Lying About Your Puns

I think that 85% of the time when people say, “No pun intended.” They actually did intend to make a pun. Why lie about that? Why are you denying your pun? Embrace your puns people. If it’s a bad pun, don’t punish the pun (pun intended suckas) by denying it. If the pun is bad it’s your fault, not the puns. Stop lying about your puns.


My phone is silent most of the day I get very few calls or texts….until dinner time. At dinner my phone goes nuts with texts and calls. This happens almost every day and the only logical conclusion is that my phone has become sentient and is a real butthole. Does this happen to anyone else? Because if so, we need to alert the scientists and governments and Area 51 and all secret spy agencies that the technologies that live in our homes and even sleep close to our beds have developed consciousness and have really annoying personalities.

Try To Have A Bad Day After Seeing This


This is a poodle DRIVING A CAR. I dare you to have a bad day after seeing this. You can’t. It is impossible. Bad days can not be had after looking at this. This photo (taken by me which is why it’s not great) is the ultimate cure for a bad day. It’s a smile inducing, giggle creating, euphoria machine of a picture.
Also, for the record, I don’t want you to try and have a bad day. I only want you to have happy days which is why I am posting this. I just said you should try to have a bad day for dramatic effect and to really underscore how happy this picture should make you. For the record, hand on my heart, for really reals I hope you have a happy day. And I also hope that dogs learn to drive at some point because I have a hunch it would make the world a better place. I haven’t worked out the details…it’s just a hunch. But like, a strong hunch.