Hey gang! I am checking in.
Has anybody ever seen that show called You Are What You Eat on B.B.C. America? This woman gets overweight people into shape by putting them on a strict diet. Well, one thing she makes them do before starting the diet is shit in a plastic container. Then, she SMELLS THEIR SHIT, and also examines it for consistency. That's fucking gross. I shit you not! No pun intended. Is there anything more revolting on this planet next to human feces? I thing not.
Well, I signed up for a human development class today. I'm being safe and only taking one over the summer. They condense the classes in the summer down to about nine weeks verses 16 weeks normally. The hours suck even though it's only one day a week. It's from 5:30 to 10:20 at night! Shit!
Thank God this math class is almost over. I have a test tomorrow which I am confident about. I received a 90% on my last on last Tuesday. Not bad I think, and I scored a 95% on my quiz.
Roger's mother is being transferred to a nursing home here in Dover today. Anything is better than the state mental hospital. She's fading out mentally.
Oh, our Samsung refridgerator decided to die on us last night. We called their 800 number, and man are they great. Not only is someone coming over tomorrow to fix it, but they are reimbursing us for the food loss. I love you Samsung. Thank God the freezer side still works; all that hot, steamy meat-ahh!
Well, our dog is all healed up, but I think the other dog's fate has been sealed with a few mLs of poison via needle. I don't feel bad for it, and that is the last time I will ever mention the dog attack again.
Shit, I still need to figure something out for dinner. Mabey I'll make shit cakes with a nice urine sauce and a side of side of hair picked up off the floor of a prison barber shop in butter. Dee-licious!
Have a fabulous day!