Wednesday, August 31, 2005

You didn't. I knew you wouldn't, but that doesn't really bother me. Do you know what does bother me? Seriously, this is a quiz; your score determines your grade for the semester. Please write your answer on the back of a 42-inch, plasma-screen TV and send it to me via certified mail.
Have you ever circled a small parking lot approximately 231 times in a vain attempt to find a parking place? Have you ever waited in 34 separate lines to complete a total of 3 minutes worth of paperwork? Have you ever been told to go home and get documents that you were supposed to intuitively know to bring along and then started the entire process over again? If you said "yes", you've been to the DMV. If you said "no", go play in some traffic and save yourself the trouble.
Go tell your friends.

Tuesday, August 30, 2005

I didn't mention this before, but I'm now quite convinced that NASA is trying to get to me. Recently, a relative 'won' and all-expenses-paid trip, including two days of astronaut training, to the Kennedy Space Center. This blatant ploy would fool no one. With whom do they think they're dealing? Reprehensible.
We went couch shopping today (notice I didn't say buying). I'm not going to write much tonight because, tomorrow, we head to the DMV. I'm saving up my strength.