And now for something completely different.
Well, okay, not really—all my entries do tend to be centered around the same things. I just wanted to say it.
At work last night, Maggie just…well, she went way up in my book. Not that she wasn’t already up there to begin with (Maggie is really cool), but she just gained some extra points by telling me about things she did in high school. She was especially adept in her math and science classes, and their science teacher taught them how to assemble and disassemble entire automobiles within 72 hours. So one day, they disassembled a ’69 VW Bug, carried the pieces up to the roof (the football players helped them with this), put it back together, and started the ignition. They all got A’s in that class.
Another time, another year, another science class, their teacher taught them to create bombs, and in response, they blew the wall out of the gymnasium. They got A’s in that class, too.
I just said, “Maggie—that is so cool! Man! I want to go back to high school now!” And I high-fived her.
Tinny, I thought you would appreciate these stories.
Well, Cortney’s about to come over so we can go to Publix—so I’m going to end this here, and I’ll write about the Will Ferrell dream a bit later. (What’s with these random actors doing cameos in my dreams!?)