Yesterday at a theme park a teenager stomped on a packet of mustard and it exploded all over my legs and I was angry.  I snapped at the youngster and said, “Well, that was a fucking stupid thing to do!” and then wiped away the mustard and my dignity with a coupon.

My hair is getting super long so I’ve had to start brushing it for the first time in years.  Every movie I see with a cute shorthaired girl makes me want to have the shears taken to it, but the lady minded toward frugality in me notes the practicality of not having to maintain cuteness.

Hot Saturdays spent in air conditioning are kind of the best though I am starting to realize the warm weather is a short lived luxury that ought not be taken for granted despite how accursed it is.