Miscellaneous

Grad School is kicking my behind. For some reason, I just can't seem to get into the hang of getting work accomplished. I used to go to the library to get everything done, but I don't care for the library near me and I stress out about leaving Zoey at home all day and all through the evening.

 

I was tooted on again yesterday. This one happened to smell like rotten eggs. Apparently when kids look at me, they think, "I should really pass gas on this lady." His excuse? He didn't know it was going to smell. Um.. hello? We still don't squeeze out a warm one on anyone. Duh. Maybe I can convince the social worker to do a social skills lesson on farting etiquette.