What the storm means

My handball tournament this weekend has been canceled. I haven't been this upset since I lost a pen I kind of liked.


I said defiantly, "I dare you to say ONE good thing about me."

She looked me up and down for what seemed an eternity.

"Your lips are well moisturized."

I laughed, I did. Not only because it must have been a strange cosmic fluke that they were moisturized at all, but that she was serious. That was the one good thing she could say.

I was Rolling On Floor Laughing My Ass Off

Like I always am.