The Top Eight Reasons Why I Am Not The Brightest.I start back to school at the exact time I move to another shift at work.

I start back to school (full steam, not half ass like last year) after being away for 20 years thinking my brain would just blow off the dust and start fresh. Hmph.

I resist impulsive yarn purchases for a whole year only to nosedive into the bargain bin @ Webs and come away with enough yarn to last for years. Decades. Centuries.

I have fabulous friends online that I don’t email, call or terrorize nearly enough. Shannon reminded me of this recently.

I work thru a major toothache at a job where I talk the entire time just because I refuse to dip into our savings account. But I have no reservations about dipping into the same account for 10 year anniversary plans.

I’m completely hooked on a website that has live feeds from Big Brother 9.

I buy a plus size bathing suit because its purty forgetting that every plus size bathing suit known to woman is built for chicks with boobage. So it fits my ass and gut but you could fit an pair of bowling balls in the bra cups.

I let a message (at work) to a doctor oncall go thru that a new employee typed stating that the patient “can’t poop”. The doctor was not amused.

Its been a rough week.

But I made it. Almost. I mean, its Thursday. I’m off until Sunday. Hooya.

And tomorrow I am streaking my hair with either purple or pink. Yes. Purple or pink streaks in my forty year old hair.

Want to do it with me? What if I dare you? What if I double dog dare you?

What if I threaten you with a picture of me in the bowling ball suit if you don’t?

You tell me what works, I’ll do it.

Either way…. come on…. lets streak!