Well, Blogger ate my last post, but the gist of it is that my Thanksgiving break kinda sucked, due to an extended visit from a 48-hour bug that kept (at various points in time) my dad, mom, brother, and me running to and from the bathroom for as much as 48 hours. I lost count, but mine was somewhere upwards of fifteen trips (and it was coming out both ends, sometimes at the same time). I'm still miles ahead of my brother, though, who managed to stay in the bathroom for a marathon twelve consecutive flushes! Kudoes to Andy. He's always been an overachiever. I'm mostly better now, but my system still hasn't gotten back on track, and my stomach objects when I try to put food in it, 'cause it's apparently gotten used to being empty.

So, that re-posting out of the way, I'd like to share with you a bit of humor I discovered. Here's the link, if you want to read the whole thing. I'll just give you the part that made me chuckle:

You can have the whole cheerleading squad,
I want the girl in the tweed skirt and the horn-rimmed glasses:
Betty Finnebowski, the valedictorian.
Oh yes.
First I want to copy her Trig homework,
and then I want to make mad, passionate love to her
for hours and hours
until she reluctantly asks if we can stop
because she doesn't want to miss Battlestar Galactica.
Suma cum laude, baby!
That is what I call erotic.

If that isn't chuckle-worthy, now imagine it being spoken calmly and soothingly with pleasant, new-age music playing in the background... Ah...